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hellisharchive · 2 months
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Corruption of the Heavenly Body
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⬎
▬ You went with Charlie and Vaggie to Heaven for support of the hotel and redeeming sinners from Hell. However, a certain angel captured your eye at the entrance of Heaven. After you all enter, you tell your friends that you want Saint Peter to take you on a tour and he happily agrees. You had ulterior motives, however, and you just couldn't get enough of his pathetic little moans.
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▏C/TW! ▬ 18+, hand job, blowjob, corruption kink, dom reader, sub peter, aftercare, fluff
▏Notes! ▬ I do not regret any of this, I am a filthy sinner so if you think I do you are wrong. Some smut with gentle aftercare 💞. Also idk how to write a blowjob I tried
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"Wh-what are we doing here?' The saint asked nervously as he tugged at his collar, nervous that you pulled him aside into a rather private area. You asked him to take you on a tour of Heaven while Charlie and Vaggie went to the meeting. You really did plan to go with them, but this little angel captured your interest as soon as he popped out in front of the gates. You found a little alcove that would be perfect for what you had planned for him.
"We are going to have some...fun. You up for it?" You whisper as you gently pin him against the wall, causing a golden blush to erupt on his paper white face. He looked slightly panicked as he was stared at you, Satan he looked so adorable as you trailed your finger up his up. He gulped, but he didn't push you away.
"Well I uh...this...I...I can't do this! It's wrong!" Yet, he still didn't ward off your advances, he just stood there in detail. So naive. You lean closer and place your lips next to his ear, dragging a finger over his chin. You could feel him shiver.
"It's not wrong to feel good, this is all natural, God intended us to preform these actions with the result of pleasure, did he not?" You saw his face change, him mulling over what you just said, it was true. Hook, line, and sinker. God did make all humans and creatures preform sexual intercourse and masturbation as a natural body function.
"I guess you are uh...righteo there! Ah uh..." Satan, he was such a dork you were already getting aroused just from his cute reactions. You doubted he had much experience- probably none with how he's acting. Shoving himself tighter against the wall, his attempts to move away failed as you only pressed your body closer to him.
"Tell me to leave and I will" You were serious- you may have wanted to ruin this twink ass motherfucker, but consent was still incredibly important. You knew when to back off if others didn't accept your advances, and everything was telling you he was just nervous from chosing celibacy, but you wanted to make sure you weren't royally fucking up.
"No! No! I uh..." Peter looked away, bring his hand up to rub at his neck. "I just don't know what to do uh...I never did this...before" he whispered that last part, however you heard it loud and clear. He turned his head to the side in embarrassment, causing you to lift it up so his face was looking at you.
"You don't have to do anything Baby, let me take care of you" You hover over his mouth before looking into his eyes, giving him one last out as you rub your hand over his robe covered thigh.
"Ok" He whispered again, shame leaking from his every action and speech. You grabbed his head and pulled him into a searing kiss, eliciting an already very loud moan from him. You felt his hands grab onto your hoodie and he pulled on it. After a few more seconds, you tore your lips away from his and he already was breathing so heavily. His face was entirely gold as he whimpered and it was so adorable.
"I'm gonna really enjoy ruining you" He stuttered before you started to kiss and lap at his neck, dragging more delicious moans out of him before he slapped his hand over his mouth. You stopped and looked at him, taking his hand away, you give him a kiss next to his mouth.
"I want to hear you Baby, you and all your adorable little noises" All he could do was nod as you continued to suck on his neck, which was turning gold, a beautiful hickey was starting to form.
"Wait what's...what's your...hnnggg...name?" He managed to utter out in between heavy breaths, which made you stop. He wanted to moan out your name, huh? He may have not said it directly, but you saw through him easily. You told him with a chuckle and bent down, down to pull up his robes and reveal his underwear. Crouching under his robes, you saw that he was already hard, you were excited to see how big he was
"Eep!" He exclaimed as you ran your hands up and down his thighs, which caused him to tremble slightly. He covered his face with his hands, which made you chuckle, Satan he was so weak. Gently pinching the top of his underwear, you slid it down to slowly reveal an average sized,very hard, golden raging boner. It was beautiful, just like him. He whined from embarrassment as you gently pressed the tip and he slightly jumped in response.
"Aw, poor little angel was neglected for so long, let me take care of you Baby" You push the layers of clothes away to look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage, you watched as he stared at you quivering lips. Wrapping your hand softly around his dick, you watched as his eyes went wide. "Hhnnngggg" the saint covered his eyes as you gave a few experimental rubs back and forth, him slightly starting to wobble from the pleasure.
"That-that feels good..." He whimpered out, trying to stay steady but failing from your ministrations. Holding his leg to keep him from falling over, you kept jerking him off, which you could tell he was already going to cum soon. Lining up his tip- you did one swipe of your finger which caused him to tremble before you lined it up with your mouth. Pre-cum was already leaking out and from the small taste of it, it tasted just like cotton candy. Yummy. Giving a small lick, he gasped and grabbed onto your hair, fuck that was hot. If he was already this weak over doing practically nothing, you couldn't wait to bring him to true Heaven, true ecstacy.
"It should Sweetie, now, scream my name for me" Fully diving in, you give a few large licks of his tip and you felt another tug on your hair. Inserting it into your mouth, you started slowly easing back and forth on his shaft. Making sure to lick it all over, the pre-cum, covering your mouth. Peter moaned out your name already out of breath, legs shaking. He was so pathetic, it was adorable, really. You went deeper and deeper, and his moans became louder and louder.
"Fuck! Fuuuuckk..." He whined, tugging your hair harder as you started to gag from how far back you were going. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you sucked him off, slow at first, but then going faster and faster. It wasn't highly uncomfortable, but your gag reflex wasn't a joke either.
"FUCK! Hhhhnngggg...I'm gonna..." He was so loud as he couldn't contain himself from your tounge circling his dick. Before you could even tell him to hold it, he cummed all inside your mouth. You could feel the milky liquid travel down your throat and the cotton candy taste was strong but not overwhelming. You could get used to this. You felt him shaking and trembling as you stepped out from under his robes and stood up, watching as his entire face was gold with a face you only knew as subspace. He wasn't here, he was somewhere completely else, recovering from the orgasm- probably his first ever. Pulling his underwear back up, you helped put him together and fix his very messy hair. Noticing that he was now swaying, you grabbed onto his shoulders and gently slid him down the wall.
Peter was breathing heavily as you paid extra mind to not accidentally being too rough with him, aftercare and making sure your partner was cared for and ok after sex was very important to you and took it seriously. Cradling his face, you saw as he nuzzled into the touch and you smiled. You almost didn't want to leave him- but it wouldn't work, he was an angel and you were a sinner. And to think, if you actually played good on Earth, you could have been with him the entire time up here. You did some pretty bad things as a human, but you also believed in redemption. It's why you came with Charlie and Vaggie to argue for the hotel. Maybe...just maybe...
"You ok there, Peter?" You spoke softly, wanting to make sure he was still ok with all of this. He just nodded his head as his eyes focused on yours. You were in front of him as you leaned on your knees, wanting to give him enough space.
"I know you're out of it right now, but I need a verbal 'yes' or 'no' Sweetie" Grabbing his hand, you lightly rubbed your fingers over the paper white skin as you moved to sit right to him, making sure his needs of affection were met. He leaned up against you, relishing in your warmth.
"Yes Im ok...can I uh...see you again?" He sounded so quiet as he held onto your hand, he immediately formed a bond with you and it made you feel sorry to leave him. Maybe you can somehow have this work, somehow.
"I'll see about that Sweetie" You went to stand up when he pulled you back down and gave you a kiss, a soft one, gentle, yet full of passion.
"Can you uh...stay before you have to leave? Maybe I can get Sera to uh...let us be together..." Kissing him back, you smiled with the feeling of happiness in your stomach.
"Of course, I'll see what Lucifer can do too"
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beandaifuku · 2 years
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daddy...? daddy!
𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐟. 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐧. 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐠. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
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TW/CONTENT : nsfw content, minors dni, fem!reader, nicknames, daddy kink, size differences, implied age gap, praises, degradation(?), manhandling (toji), semi-public (gojo), reader being a simp cuz aint we all, cringe probably, etc lemme know if i miss anything
DESCRIPTION : y'all know the classic “daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry.” yeah that's basically it.
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— GOJO SATORU
“Hm, this one fits better, right?” Satoru asked as he adjusted the dress on you. Going in together into the fitting room with you, Satoru kept on commenting and helping with various clothes you tried. The fitting room was small — especially with someone like him.
Both of you wouldn't deny the strange stares the workers gave when Satoru followed you into the fitting room but he did not seem bothered at all, so it did make you somewhat unbothered as well. Though you were quite ashamed to go out of the fitting room with him — anyone could think something so weird happened inside when in fact Satoru was just helping and wanting to see you changing clothes. Though it is still weird, regardless.
“But I like that one blouse more, 'Toru,” you said, pointing at the hanging blouse on the wall. Then you held the hem of the dress you were wearing. “This dress.. is quite short. See, if I raised my arm a little, the top just rides up!” you said as you moved your arms up, trying to prove your point to him.
“Aww, that's so cute! I can see your cute tummy from here.” Satoru grinned teasingly as he leaned forward a little. He was sitting on the small seat at the corner of the fitting room, legs spread and his collar was low enough to show his upper chest. His sunglasses were hooked on his shirt, giving him the chance to stare at you with his bright blue eyes. His hair was down as usual. He was wearing some rings on his fingers and you could see his pinky nail that you had painted with black nail polish a few days ago.
Fuck, if only he could sit you down on his lap, facing the mirror as he fingered you hard. Perhaps he could seize your jaw to make sure your eyes were on the mirror — watching yourself dripping cum because of his thick long fingers. And perhaps you would have to muffle your moan to not alert anyone outside of the sin happening in the small compacted room — perhaps you might have to suck his fingers to drown your moan. Just imagining you were being fucked by a hot guy like him made your pussy throb.
He's the dream man of every person and you're the lucky one who got him as your lover. You couldn't ask for more, really.
“Darling, you should answer me instead of staring at what's already yours,” Satoru spoke, snapping you out of your sudden daydream.
“O-oh! Sorry, daddy. I mean— Fuck. Uh... What did you just ask... Satoru?”
You gulped at his reaction. He was clearly not expecting that nickname out of your mouth and the intense stare he gave you only made your knees weak. “What.. What did you just ask.. Satoru?” you tried to ask again, hoping that he'll let go of that sudden blurt of the word.
“What did you call me?”
“'Satoru'...?”
“No, baby. You knew very well what you just said. Or did you become too dumb for your pretty little head, hm?” Satoru gave you a grin, lewd and teasing. “You're not hearing me and you even said a bad word. Tsk tsk, whatever should I do with you, huh?”
“Sorry, da— Oh God... Why am I like this..” you mumbled to yourself as you almost slipped up again. Satoru chuckled before he stood up, towering over you. He stepped forward and you could only place your tiny hands on his chest, trying to stop his advance in fluster.
“Wait, 'Toru..! We're at public..!”
“Who cares? The only person who can make your decision is your daddy, right?”
“I didn't mean to say that! Sato— A-ah..” your protest was cut off by his hand creeping in your dress, caressing your thigh with his calloused hand. You shuddered at his touch as your thighs squeezed together, caging his hand between your legs. Satoru leaned forward, kissing your ear as his hand lightly brushed against your clothed pussy beneath your panties.
“O-oh... Daddy...!”
“Hmm, now that's a good baby. Look at you, so precious in this dress, right? Aren't you my—”
Knock! Knock!
"Uh... sir..? Miss? Are you done yet...? A lot are waiting..”
“Tsk. What a busybody..” Satoru muttered in dissatisfaction as he parted away from you. You shifted awkwardly and uncomfortably as he sat back on the seat.
“Yea, 5 minutes,” Satoru replied before he turned back to you with a soft smile hiding a lot of not so innocent intentions.
“Get change, pretty. We'll take all these clothes. Daddy will treat you everything and tonight his pretty baby gonna be good for him, yeah?”
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— TOJI FUSHIGURO
Toji looked at you before he sighed for the umpteenth time. “Told ya to stay away from that man, right?” he said, voice stern. You only fiddled with your fingers, nervous. Toji had advised you to stop interacting with a guy from your workplace but he's just so nice that it's hard to ignore him.
Clearly, he's jealous but you sure as hell won't say that — especially to a bulky man like Toji, having his plain black shirt caging his figure fittingly, showing the lines of his muscles. And his hands, oh his hands... You just love it when he wrapped his thick fingers around your throat while fucking you hard, making sure to slip his thumb in your mouth so you could suck it to muffle your screams. And his other hand would place itself flatly on your belly, pinning you down so you wouldn't run away from taking all his cum in your pretty cunt. And you could only claw his arms with your nails, begging him to pound himself into you more and more until you couldn't think of anything other than him and him only.
“Hey, ya hear me or what? I'm fucking talking here.” Toji suddenly gripped your chin and moved your head up to him. You gulped at his figure that was totally covering you. So... big...
“I'm s-sorry, daddy...”
“The fuck?”
“Huh? Wait, no! I didn't mean to say that..! I mean, you looked great and all and it's just slipped out of my mouth and I—”
Toji easily made you stand on your trembling legs when he pulled you by your shoulder. You pressed your lips together as your hands automatically placed themselves on his chest. Your focus wavered to his muscular chest and you just wanted to squeeze his fucking boobs so bad.
“Eyes up here, pretty slut.”
Your eyes went up to his face. He was looking at you with a smirk. Licking his lips, slightly touching his scar, Toji's hand trailed to your hair. His touch was never soft and he was always rough and dominant. Yet you feel nothing but trust and safe around him.
Why not?
“Daddy, hm? You know... you aren't the first to call me that but I guess I like it better when it comes from your pretty mouth.” Toji said, smirking. You felt a sudden rush of confidence upon hearing that affirmation from him. So you clung your arms around his neck, pulling him down a little to your height. You leaned your head against his palm, nuzzling into his skin.
“You like it, daddy? Do you like me better as your pretty slut, daddy?”
“Hm, you sure know what you're doing.” Toji grinned lewdly as he parted away from you. With his hand still caressing your hair, he pushed you slowly to kneel. You sink to the floor, eyes still on him — full of lust, arousal and excitement.
“I'm sure you know how to work that pretty mouth well around my cock huh? Show me how much of a pretty slut you can be, little thing. And maybe, daddy will love you a lot more.”
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— NANAMI KENTO
“Welcome back, honey!” you greeted your lover when he entered your shared apartment. You walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek as you took his bag and his blazer.
“You looked more tired as usual,” you commented to Nanami who was taking off his shoes. Nanami sighed and you can already tell that he might have to deal with someone so bothering. Most likely, Gojo.
“I worked overtime again today.” he slightly pouted as you walked alongside him to the couch. Nanami plopped down on the couch and put his legs on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. He let out a sigh again and you could only chuckle. It's not like you can help anything with his source of exhaustion.
Though you just cleaned the living room, you will not tell Nanami to get his legs off the table and sit properly. You mean... he's so tired right now and you didn't want to be any burden either.
“Want me to make you something? Coffee or tea? We still have some pastries from that bakery. We have lots of food too if you want.” you asked as you reached his arm and started to massage him. He looked at you and smiled in relief.
“You're a very good girl, aren't you? Hm.. lemme think...”
Waiting for him to reply, your hands diligently massaged him at the sore joints. His arm is muscular as ever. Due to his job, Nanami needed to make sure he's in great shape as always.
Now that you thought about it... you remembered he used to go to the gym before he got a shit ton of work. You're not athletic but you insisted to accompany him — well, mainly because you can see him in a sleeveless shirt. His body glistened with sweat and his hair was down due to the forming sweat on his forehead. Him, huffing his breath whenever he took a break.
And the other moment you could see him like that was when he's using your cunt as a fleshlight to pump out his annoyance and frustration, chasing his orgasm. And you loved such sight of Nanami Kento. When he pinned your hands above your head with just one hand. When he pounded his pelvis on you that you wet his dick until a puddle of your arousal formed on the bed. When he kneaded your breasts, biting and sucking your skin to mark you as his.
“You're such a good girl, giving everything to daddy, huh? Look at you, sweet thing. So dumb on my cock, taking every inch when you know your tiny cunt can't take it anymore. You want to be daddy's cocksleeve so bad, don't you, sweet girl?”
“Yes, whatever you want, daddy.”
“What did you...? I didn't say anything yet.”
Your eyes shot up when you realized you had been wet-dreaming in a random casual Thursday evening, even muttering weird words from your fantasy — well not really as it did happen but still.
“Sorry sorry! I just.. think about something!” you denied in panic but you couldn't hide the blushes creeping on your face. Nanami stared at you for a few seconds before he snickered. Nanami turned to you and his hand moved to your hips.
“K-Kento..? Uh.. don't you want to eat..?” you asked as he pulled you to sit on his lap. His hand brushed against your skirt which was made of thin cloth and he could feel slight dampness on your crotch. Your eyes shut and you let out a muffled whimper. Nanami chuckled as he gave you a small soft smile — that foreshadowed every nasty thing he will do once you lay down under him.
“That can wait. Seems like daddy's sweet girl want something else that she's already leaking on her cute panties, hm? Why don't you lift that pretty skirt and tell daddy what you've been thinking of? Good girl deserves daddy's attention, right?”
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— GETO SUGURU
You were so excited.
It had been quite a while since you and Suguru went out for a fancy dinner. It was not like usual casual dinner did not excite you or you were a materialistic girl but a sprinkle of luxury is not even bad in life, isn't it?
You awaited Suguru at a park. He had something to settle with and told you to wait for him. Then he'll come to fetch you and the two of you will go to that one fancy restaurant you had been dying to try after some reviews from your friends.
You wore a new black dress he bought for tonight, only above your knees but you covered your thighs with a pair of dark stockings. You fixed your heels, making sure they are comfortable to walk in so Suguru wouldn't suddenly carry you up like a princess in public. You don't hate it, just... embarrassed, probably. Especially after Satoru saw that and commented about it.
Still, you were worried if the dress looked weird on you. You constantly fixed the golden belt around the dress' waist area so it wouldn't drape down so much. Sometimes you also fixed the collar, to make sure it wasn't so low but wasn't so high up like a freaking choker either. You just wanted to look good for Suguru — especially since you're the one inviting him for a dinner in a fancy restaurant that will probably be filled with rich people or people with highly elegant manners.
“Someone's lookin' gorgeous today.”
A familiar voice greeted you from behind. You turned around, immediately seeing Suguru with a white shirt, unbuttoned a few at the top — revealing his upper chest. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his muscular forearms. It was tucked in too. If he raised his arms, perhaps you could see the line of his body. He only had his black blazer draped over his broad shoulder.
Oh shit, somehow you remembered how he got back from work, with his messy shirt and all, forcing you to bend over the counter and presented your cunny to him. He was frustrated about something that he fucked you fast and demanding — so needy that your feet were lifted from the floor, only both your messes dripped to the marble. Suguru is such a sweet guy — he made you wear that messy shirt when he prepared a bath for the two of you.
“You're staring too much, gorgeous.” Suguru chuckled at your hazed eyes, staring at him in adoration. He widened his arms, trying to show you his looks.
“How'd I look? Too simple for a fancy date?”
“Lookin' so sexy, daddy.”
“Oh?”
“Y-You look good! Manly! Handsome! Sexy! Daddy! I mean, pretty!” your voice shook a little as you gave him two thumbs-up, in an attempt to cover your unfiltered words. Suguru laughed softly at your fluster as his hand reached your face, stroking your skin gently with his knuckles.
“Hm, aren't you praising me a little too much, princess? You're so pretty too,” he said softly. But his eyes trailed to your thighs, staring at the stockings that fitted your thighs perfectly. Your face reddened upon noticing his gaze.
“Suguru...”
“I like them.” Suguru's hand roamed to your thigh, giving you a light squeeze.
“Dressing up all pretty for me, hm?”
You nodded, holding his hand that was now caressing your cheek so softly. His thumb rubbed your skin gently as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. Suguru chuckled as he leaned down, kissing your forehead.
“You're always so pretty, princess. You really are excited about the fancy date, huh? Can daddy expect his rewards tonight? Pretty princess can be a good one for her daddy, right?”
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stinkyme · 6 months
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Hello! As asked, this is a version of jealousy sex with Poe :3 I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)
CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy, Poe tries spanking the reader..ends up unsuccessfully, subby Poe, insecure Poe, body worship, he begs for reassurance and praise, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, sliiiight overstimulation, reassurance and apologizing (reader), reader got Poe a gift and used Ranpo as a helper lol, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)
Jealousy sex || Poe x Reader
Poe and you had a very loving, trustful relationship. He enjoys spoiling you and is by no means shy to show how much you mean to him. You are his favorite person in the whole world and he makes sure you know that.
As anxious and jittery as he can be, your presence truly calms him down. 
For the most part.
"I am going out, see you later!" you yell out as you close the door behind you.
Going out? You haven't mentioned anything about going out. Well, it should be fine.
Poe keeps thinking to himself for a moment, but quickly gets back to work. He trusts you.
As you finally come back home, after a two hours or so, with huge bags inside your hands, you take your shoes off before you go to greet your beloved partner. 
"I am back! How is writing going?" you ask in a softer tone as you clumsily close the door behind yourself, given the amount of bags.
"I was just about to take a break…" Poe says in a slightly distracted tone as he finishes up the writing. He finally lifts his head in your direction, his bangs covering his gaze.
"What is all of that?" he asks, tone confused as he points to the bags.
"Oh! Um..well..right! Uh, I went shopping with Ranpo!" you finally voice out. 
Why are you so nervous about it? Is there something else?
"Oh..you don't usually go out with him. Did you have fun?" Poe asks in a gentle tone as you drop the bags to the side, Karl immediately jumping on you to cuddle. You pet his head as you bounce him around like he is a baby. Well, he kind of is.
"I did, yes." you nod as you take out a bigger piece of watermelon you bought specifically for Karl out of your shopping bags and hand it to him. He happily takes it, producing noises of excitement, as he jumps away from you and goes into hiding to eat. 
"We went to a farmer's market, candy store, obviously, a bookstore.." you stop for a moment to think about where else have you been with Ranpo.
"A bookstore?" Poe's tone is almost hurt as he lets out a faint gasp.
But bookstores are your guys' thing.
"Yes, why?" you don't even wait for him to answer as you continue chatting about your time spent with Ranpo.
"Anyways, Ranpo is much more fun than I expected. You really are amazed by him for a good reason. He is awfully smart." you keep on praising his friend for a while and Poe can't help but feel a little bit...annoyed. You slowly walk up to him and sit down on his table.
"Then he told me how he won against you like years ago and I was very surprised, I must say." you give him a glance and he can notice a little smile on your face. Poe feels a wave of nervousness wash over him as he remains silent.
"You never told me that, why?" you tilt your head, your smile spreading as your gaze never leaves his worried face.
"Uh..I-" he gulps, feeling a mixture of irritation and anxiety.
"Were you embarrassed? If so, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He is a genius, after all." you sigh out as you look up, but Poe thinks that there is admiration in your gaze which he highly dislikes. That look was meant for him and him only. He can't help himself but tense up which doesn't go unnoticed by you. 
"No need to get nervous, I am sure you did your best, he was just better." you say without thinking about your own words. Poe's anxiety subsides completely, taken over by pure annoyance and irritation. He suddenly gets up from his chair, finding himself standing between your legs as he leans his face closer to yours, voice shaky.
"I really need you to stop talking now." his warm breath spreads over your lips, making them tremble. Your body begins to warm up, and even though you are still unsure about the reason behind his sudden reaction, you lean closer. He places his hands on your hips, hesitating for a moment. Neither of you are really used to Poe being in charge, it felt exciting for you, but a tad bit scary for him. 
However, as soon as your words echo in his mind again, he swiftly places his lips on yours, trying to make them die out. Your lips part together, tongues quickly finding each other and moving at an eager, almost rough pace. Poe squeezes your thighs before he moves his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips wrap around your bottom lip, sucking it in slightly as the tip of his tongue brushes over it. He begins clumsily undoing your pants and you slide off of the table to help him. Your kiss grows more passionate and rougher as he finally slides your pants and underwear down your legs as far as he can reach.
You sit back up on the table and he breaks the kiss, taking them off completely. He swiftly pulls you off the table, not even removing your shirt as there is only one thought inside his head. He roughly turns you around, pressing your ass against his hard cock. More heat spreads inside your body as he has never been like this. Poe was usually always very soft and delicate with you, but not now it seems. It makes your pussy leak more precum as you feel him squeezing and gliding his hands over your ass.
His cock gets harder, putting more pressure on your ass and you can feel his hand growing shaky. Suddenly, he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks which makes your hips jolt forward, a sharp whimper escaping your throat. He never did this before and you can feel your confusion get overpowered by excitement.
You didn't think much about it and he didn't give you much time either as he landed another shaky spank on the same spot. You let out a softer whimper this time. Nothing happens for a good moment and you want to turn your head around as Poe lands another slap on your other ass cheek, this time harsher, more confident one. He repeats the action almost immediately and you let out a sharp yelp, your hips twitching into the table. Poe raises his hand again and you prepare yourself for another spank, but he softly puts it on your ass, soothing over the sensitive skin.
"I am sorry, so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks in a lower, less confident tone as he keeps soothing your barely spanked ass. He leans in and begins placing kisses all over the skin he was spanking just a moment ago.
"No, not at all." you reply with a light chuckle as more little "sorry's" get whispered into your skin between the kisses. He snakes his hands underneath your shirt and you lift yourself to help him take it off. As soon as he does, he drops it on the ground, clumsily undoing your bra and you slide it down your arms, back still turned to him. Poe immediately begins kissing your exposed back, starting from your nape and slowly moving down your spine. You drop the bra to the side and sigh out in enjoyment as his soft, wet lips kiss your spine.
He continues kissing your back, this time his attention on your shoulder blades. He kisses one of them, tracing his way in more kisses to the other one. He slowly moves down, covering the soft skin of both sides around your spine. He reaches your hips, kissing the area between them and moves lower, placing more quick ones over your ass. You let a faint breath out as he begins kissing the back of your thighs, giving both equal attention and love. Your lower tummy tingles in excitement as he is practically on his knees.
He places the tip of his tongue on the sensitive, thin skin behind your knee and shakily licks his way up, finishing right beneath your ass. At this point, your precum is almost leaking down in-between your thighs. He repeats the process on the other backside of your thigh, licking the full length of it. He straightens himself, gently turning you around and you sit back on the table as his hands slide up and down your thighs, spreading them. Poe leans his face close to your neck, painting it whole in soft kisses of apology. Another weak "I am sorry" is whispered in your skin and you let out a soft whimper as he kisses your collarbones, his trembling lips sending shivers down your spine.
"It's okay, it was interesting seeing you like this. What got you so worked up?" you whisper as you place your hand on top of his head, fingers barely brushing through his soft hair. He remains silent as he kisses your chest area, placing a hesitant and quick kitten lick on both of your nipples. You let out a mellow whimper as he kisses down your tummy. You pull away your hand, using both of your hands to support you from the back as he reaches your lower tummy. He pulls the chair and sits down, perfectly aligning his face with your pretty pussy. He gently holds your ankles up in the air, alternately tracing more kisses over both of your calves. His lips reach your inner thighs where he does exactly the same, covering them in his loving kisses.
Poe gently puts your legs on his shoulders as he leans in, a shaky breath warming up your pussy and making you tremble. He appreciates you being exposed like this for a few seconds before he delicately licks your outer lips. He lets a quivery breath out, sending more goosebumps through your body as you let out a dim whimper. His tongue brushes over your clit and inner lips as he moves his head left and right in quick, small motions. Upon feeling your precum melting on the tip of his tongue, he lets out a whimper before he settles on your clit. Poe begins by placing a few quick kitten licks on it, slowly changing his pace to a more steady and circular one. His movement is soft and delicate, but as soon as he hears you let out a couple of faint moans and feels the way your thighs squeeze around him, he begins moving his tongue in a quicker manner. You move one of your hands into his hair, pushing his bangs back as you watch him pleasure you.
He lets out a soft whimper as he moves his head up and down, while his tongue moves in zig-zag motion over your inner lips and clit. Your thighs squeeze his head once more as he focuses on your clit only again, wrapping his lips around it and begins sucking in a quite greedy manner. His tongue keeps brushing over your clit as he keeps on sucking it, warmth swirling in your lower tummy as he does. You let out louder moans as he lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and pushes your leg away, spreading you more for him. He keeps greedily and hungrily sucking on your clit, a few muffled whimpers getting stuck inside his throat. Your grip on his hair tightens as your legs get weaker. You angle your hips towards him just a bit more and the sensation becomes clearer and stronger.
You throw your head back as Poe's lips shakily unwrap away from your clit, now only using his tongue, moving it in a quick up and down motion. You suck in a breath between your teeth as your orgasm approaches fast, your lower tummy forming a pulsating knot of warmth. More louder moans occupy your throat as Poe squeezes your legs, eagerly moving his tongue and stimulating your whole clit. You feel the first wave of your orgasm and your grip on his soft hair tightens resulting in a small snivel from Poe, but he doesn't stop, too eager to please you to care. You let out a sharp moan as your orgasm finally breaks down completely, an intense heat tingling in your lower tummy leaving your legs to shake.
Your hips quiver as your climax slowly melts away, but again, Poe doesn't stop, moreover, he brings his hand to your inner lips and slides two of his fingers inside your drooling cunt. You gasp in as he does, sort of sensitive. He curls his fingers and starts stimulating your g-spot as his lips wrap around your clit again, eagerly sucking on it. A sharp breath escapes your lungs as your pussy clenches around his fingers. Your lower tummy feels weak and tender, but the pleasurable sensation makes you moan as your hips twitch.
Poe switches the movement of his fingers, now sliding them in and out easily, pressuring all of your sweet spots inside while he keeps on sucking your clit. Your breathing becomes quick and heavy, your legs feel unresponsive as your body feels like it's burning from all the pleasure he was providing. Poe slowly lets go of your clit, barely looking up as he speaks.
"Am I good enough for you?" he asks rather shyly, his eyes lickerish but insecure.
"Of course you are. What makes you think you are not?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.
"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.
"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.
He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.
"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.
"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.
"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.
"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.
"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.
Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 
"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.
"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.
"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.
Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.
"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.
"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.
"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.
"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.
"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you. He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.
"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.
"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"
He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.
"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.
"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.
"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.
"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.
"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.
He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.
"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.
"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.
"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.
"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.
"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.
Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 
"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.
"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.
"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.
Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.
"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.
"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.
"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.
"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.
"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you.
He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.
"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.
"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"
He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.
"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.
"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.
"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathlessly as his cock rubs your g-spot perfectly. He doesn't answer your question once again, but rather just speeds up his pace in response. You let out a few whimpers as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots without a break.
He leans in closer, his trembling lips brushing over your neck as his whimpers spread his soft breath over your skin. Your whole body gets covered in goosebumps as your hands move on his nape and back of his head. He rests his hands on your hips as he keeps on thrusting in the same, fast pace. 
"Please." he whispers into your skin, voice soft and borderline whiny.
"You are doing such a great job, I feel so good right now." you let out quickly as moans overwhelm you. Poe's cock twitches in response, his soft whimpers covering your skin.
"Tell me more, please." he says weakly. He puts his hand on your thigh, stretching his thumb to reach your clit. He draws small circles on top of it as he keeps making deep, quick strokes. You let out a sharp whimper as you tightly grip on his hair.
"I have never felt this good." you gasp out at the end of your sentence as his cock twitches once again.
"You are the best I ever had." you continue quickly before your moans pick up the pace.
"Am I better to you than him?" he asks a bit breathlessly, voice shaking before a guttural whine cuts him off. Your expression becomes confused.
"Better than who?" you ask in steadier tone as your brain focuses on the question at hand.
"Well..Ranpo." he says nervously, but also with a certain normality that makes you pull his hair so he could face you. You look at him for a moment as he stops his movement.
"What are you talking about?" your tone is confused as you tilt your head a bit, eyebrows knitting in said confusion.
"Well, today..you went shopping with him..and then you started praising him..and said how he is just better." Poe lays out his reasons in a more regular tone, but you can sense the anxiety lingering.
"I was referring to your competition, not...this or anything else related to you. And I expressed myself wrongly, I meant he was better just that once, it doesn't mean you won't be able to win in the future." you say softly as you caress the back of his head. His lips reveal that there is slight insecurity still going on.
"I am sorry it came out wrong, you are the only one for me and I have never felt better with anyone, only you can make me feel this good." you whisper and a little smile curls on his face. He slowly picks up the pace with his hips again as he places a soft kiss on your lips.
You smile at him, but as soon as he speeds up his pace and his thumb continues drawing circles on your clit, your lips part as moans fill up the room. You let out a few breathy praises slip past your lips, each one of them making his cock throb inside you, pressuring your sweet spot more and making you feel light headed as warmth quickly rushes through your body.
Your inner thighs tense and flex as you feel a swirling, tingling sensation inside your lower tummy. Poe lets out trembling, almost broken whines alongside a few deep breaths, trying to contain himself as much as possible. His sweet voice barely asks for more praises and you can barely voice them out yourself as your pussy keeps on clenching around him, your orgasm getting closer.
He keeps his pace quick, but makes it deeper, reaching all the spots inside of you. You let out a sharp, filthy moan as your legs shake, your body feeling sore and weak as the first waves of orgasm hit you. Poe buries his head in your neck, painting your skin in endless whimpers as his cock twitches in response to your warm cunt roughly, more consistently clenching around him.
Your breathing becomes heavy as your climax finally goes over the edge, your whole body shivering as overwhelming waves of heat spread underneath your skin. Poe moves his head on your collarbone, resting his forehead on it, pulling you in closer to him. His thumb begins twitching on your clit, sending jolts through your body as his whimpers echo through the room.
He tries to keep you as close as possible as he finally reaches his own orgasm, sharp gasps in and out consuming his lungs as a few ropes of cum get released inside of you. You let out a few softer moans upon feeling his cum fill you up, your pussy too sensitive at this point. Poe's thrusts slow down, he is barely moving.
You squeeze your thighs around his hips as he stops moving completely, remaining still. He places a gentle, trembling kiss on your lips and you slowly let go of his hips, letting him pull out as your breathings come back to normal. You slowly get off of the table, his hands helping you by one of them resting on your lower back while his other one holds yours. You quickly put on your shirt and panties, running over to your bags as you do. In the meantime, he zips his pants back up.
"And, the only reason I praised him is because he helped me get this for you. Otherwise, I would never be able to get it." you sigh out as you take out a very rare, almost unattainable book that Poe wanted for quite some time now, but was unable to find it. He tilts his head as you walk up to him, gently placing the book on the table. Poe observes it for a good moment before he touches the cover, his finger tracing over the title. You stand there a bit awkwardly before he basically throws himself on you, hugging you tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he lets out loudly, excitement obvious in his voice. You smile warmly at him as you caress the back of his head.
"It's nothing, really. But don't expect many of those in the future, I would have to ask Ranpo and his services are...expensive." you say in a slightly tired tone as you sigh out.
"Expensive? Expensive...how?!" Poe lets out nervously and you can't help but chuckle.
"Well...if I must say, that guy has a lot of stamina." you say in a mischievous tone. Poe gulps, remaining silent. You gasp and slap his arm as he seems to believe in your story.
"I am joking you weirdo! I meant I had to spend at least an hour with him in a candy store while he was picking stuff he wanted." you sigh out and roll your eyes.
"Oh...I see. Yes, he is usually like that. No, usually is an understatement. He is always like that." Poe nods to himself as his voice returns back to his usual one.
"Which is exactly why…, now, hold on a second. Were you jealous?" you grin at him, unable to contain a little excitement in your voice. Poe's lips curl downwards as he tries his best to lie.
"No, of course not!" he says as if he is trying to convince himself more than you.
"Mm, you don't seem so sure of yourself." you say teasingly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You lean your lips closer to his ear, your warm breath making him gulp.
"You see, I could really use a bath and I believe you could too. How about you earn more praise there?" you whisper in his ear and he shivers, quickly nodding.
You let out a chuckle and least to say, he definitely earned all the praises you could possibly give to him.
The End :) <3
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"Out Of My Limit" - John B. Routledge x Cameron!Reader
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a/n: a request from @mirellef2001 to make my john b blurb into a full oneshot 🩷
Summary: John B has always thought you were too far out of reach. Until now.
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, semi public sex, tiddy succin, oral f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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It started off as a chill enough night. You, your sister, your brother, your friends, all dancing at the Boneyard and having a good time. Everything is going perfect. Well, other than your brother’s best friend constantly trying to grind on you. You would tell Rafe, but you’re pretty sure he’s too busy hitting on some poor unassuming tourist, trying to charm her into returning with him to Tanneyhill. God, your brother can be a dick. As you dance with Topper - the blond being unable to take a hint - you see some of the Pogues show up. You smirk to yourself, thinking that a rather uneventful evening is about to get very exciting. You watch as John B, JJ, Kie, and Pope make their way towards the keg. Your eyes are trained on John B, watching as he glances around before his gaze finally settles on you. The two of you lock eyes for a long moment before your phone rings, breaking the spell.
You glance down at your lockscreen and realize you do actually need to pick up since the call is from Wheezie. You tell Topper you’ll be right back, grabbing Sarah’s attention as you tell her it’s your little sister calling. She offers to come with you to take the call, but you wave her off, saying it’s no big deal.
By the time you return, you’re rather unsurprised to see that a fight is brewing. Topper looks like he’s ready to beat the absolute shit out of John B, while John B looks like he wants nothing more than to do the same. Heated words are exchanged and you jog over just as Topper lunges at John B, the fight breaking out in earnest. They begin throwing punches, bellowing insults, all the while being cheered on by their respective friends.
You grab Sarah by the shoulder, “What the fuck is going on?”
She covers her mouth, trying not to laugh, “Um, I’m not completely sure, but your name was definitely mentioned in there somewhere.”
You let out a groan, stepping in between the two boys, using your ‘head bitch in charge’ voice as your siblings like to call it, “What the fuck is going on here?”
John B turns to look at you, running a hand through his hair as he pulls himself together, “Oh, um, hey…”
“Don’t ‘hey’ me, John B, what are you two assholes doing?” You demand, hands on your hips as you glare at the two, “This is a party. On the beach.”
“I… Uh…”
Topper speaks up, tossing his arm around your shoulder, giving you what he’s sure is a charming smile, “We’re just playing around.”
“Uh huh,” you reply dubiously, turning to face him, “Why don’t you go ‘play around’ and get me another drink, Top. Yeah?”
Fooled by the borderline flirtatious smile you give him, Topper throws a victorious smirk John B’s way before striding off to get you, no doubt, the strongest and most disgusting drink imaginable in hopes that you’ll finally give in to his advances. The crowd that had gathered for the fight begins to disperse and JJ whispers something to John B, earning a smack on the back of the head for it. Part of you wants to ask, but the more rational part of you knows it’s nothing you want to find out. John B looks at you, clearing his throat, trying to act casual.
“Uh, so, how’s life?” You remain silent, eyes narrowed as you glare up at him. He lets out a sigh, “Look, we weren’t fighting! We were just-”
“I don’t wanna hear it, John B,” you reply, turning away, “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be working on my dad’s boat tomorrow? Not out picking fights?”
John B nods, his gaze wandering up and down your body before he nods, “Yeah. I should probably get some sleep…”
“Great,” you declare, walking past him toward the van you know he affectionately refers to as the Twinkie, “You can drive me home then. Sarah’s going with Scarlet and I have no intention of letting my high as fuck brother drive me.”
He just stares after you as you walk away, admiring the way your denim cut-offs hug your hips, the way that tight crop top does precious little to hide your curves. He stands there, dumbstruck, until you get to the car, calling out, voice tinged with annoyance.
“Hello? Earth to John B!”
“S-sorry,” he shakes his head, snapping himself out of his trancelike state. John B jogs over toward you, opening the door for you before going around and getting in himself, starting up the car. The two of you drive in silence for a couple of minutes before he blurts out, “So, uh, you want some music or something?”
His cheeks flush slightly at the look you give him, “I highly doubt you and I share the same taste in artists.”
“I don’t know, maybe we do…”
He can’t stop staring at you out of the corner of his eye, the way you lean your head out the open window, hair flying behind you, your eyes closed and a smile on your face as if you don’t have a care in the world. The sight makes him grin to himself before he fiddles with his car radio, switching from station to station before you rest your hand on top of his, smacking it gently before moving it away.
“Leave that one on! This song is my jam!”
His eyes widen at the way you let out a squeal of excitement when you hear the chorus to “Blank Space”. He watches as you sing along, dancing along with the music in your seat, even joining in himself for the lyrics he knows.
When the song comes to an end, you turn to him, asking curiously, “So what were you and Topper fighting about exactly?”
John B shifts slightly, biting the inside of his cheek before mumbling, “Well, um, that’s a question. Just fighting about stuff. Personal stuff.”
You look at him, amused, before nodding, “Okay. A secret then. Was it about me?”
“NO!” John B blurts out a moment too fast, making you flash him a victorious grin.
“Uh huh. I totally believe that. And you’re doing that thing you do when you lie. Where your nostrils flare a little bit.”
Oh, goddammit. He can’t get anything past you, can he? He’s equal parts grateful and dejected when the two of you pull up in front of Tanneyhill. Grateful that you can’t probe him for more information, dejected that this means his short-lived time with you is coming to an end. He watches intently as you get out of the car, a genuine smile crossing your lips.
“Bye, John B. Thanks for the ride.”
You walk toward your house, and he waits for you to go inside, cheeks flushing yet again at the way you give him a cheeky little smile and wink before entering your house, locking the door behind you.
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Is it possible for you to have gotten even hotter overnight? John B thinks so. He walks aboard the Druthers and sees you laid out on one of the lounge chairs on the top deck, wearing the tiniest red bikini he’s seen in his life, a gold anklet adorning your foot, heart-shaped sunglasses covering your pretty face, red lipstick painting your lips. You look like a fucking supermodel. You’re laying on your stomach, ankles crossed as you flip through a magazine.
“How am I supposed to work when you’re… Like that?”
You glance up at him, lowering your sunglasses ever so slightly, “Hm?”
“I mean how am I supposed to focus when you’re laid out on the deck like a goddess?” John B rolls his eyes.
“Sounds like a you problem, John B.”
He lets out a groan, tugging at his hair, “Come on. Why are you always like this? You’ve been playing this game with me since we were kids.” He shakes his head, “I know you know the effect you have on me, and you like pretending you don’t and playing dumb.”
“Have I?” You bite back a grin, “I don’t remember that.”
John B gives you an unimpressed look, crossing his arms, “You don’t remember constantly teasing me and making me think you liked me only to run away giggling like a little gremlin?”
He watches as you pull off your sunglasses, tapping them against your pretty red lips, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”
Before he knows what he’s doing, he snatches them from you, pursing his lips slightly, “You are such a brat.”
“Give them back, those are Versace, John B!”
John B gives you a smug little grin, dangling them just out of your reach, “You want ‘em back? Come get them, little Miss Cameron.”
“I can’t grab them, I’m not wearing a bikini top,” you retort, and upon glancing at your exposed back, he realizes that you’re right, “Sunbathing. Don’t want tan lines.”
He kneels down, placing the glasses back on your face, but low enough so that he can still make prolonged eye contact with you, “You know, your brother is gonna get pissed if he sees you like this.”
“Rafe can kiss my ass,” you scoff.
“And your father?”
“He can suck it. I’m on my family’s boat. My property. If I wanna sunbathe with my tits out, it’s my right. This is America, John B.”
Your words make John B burst into laughter, which you soon join in on, the two of you giggling to the point that it’s hard to breathe. As you begin to calm down, John B’s expression grows more serious and he sighs, admiring you for a long moment before finally speaking again.
“You’re a guy like me’s worst nightmare, you know?” You arch a brow, urging him to continue, “A beautiful girl who you have a major crush on that just plays games with you, trying to drive you crazy, never letting you get close enough to do anything about it.”
You gaze at him thoughtfully, making him wonder if he should’ve said anything at all. He opens his mouth, getting ready to apologize, when suddenly? You stand up and walk closer to him. You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, his gaze is immediately drawn to your bare tits, and he wonders what it would be like to just reach out and touch them- You press yourself up against him, tugging him down by the necklace he wears, grinning like a devil.
“Is this close enough, John B?”
He gulps, barely able to breathe as he questions dumbly, “Close enough for what?”
All he can see is you. All he can feel is you. All he can smell, hear… It’s all you.
“For you to stop being a pussy and make a fucking move.”
“What happens if I don’t?”
You shrug, “Then maybe Topper will-”
Before you can finish, John B’s hands are on your face, pulling you in for a searing kiss, the sun beating down on both of you as his lips move against yours. His tongue pushes into your mouth, exploring you, massaging yours with his own. You pull him to fall back with you onto the lounge chair, giggling at his surprised expression and kissing him again. You feel John B’s hands caressing the bare skin of your stomach up to your tits, squeezing and letting out a low groan.
“Your skin’s so smooth and soft… So warm…”
“Thanks, Hannibal Lecter,” you mutter sarcastically between kisses.
John B lets out a quiet laugh, his lips moving to your neck. You’ve always been so out of his limit, so out of reach. And all he ever wanted was a taste. And now, here you are, lying beneath him, arms wrapped around him as he kisses you. He leaves a trail of kisses down your chest, running his tongue along one of your nipples, groaning to himself, his cock straining against the shorts he wears. You palm at him over the fabric, making him bite down gently on the skin of your stomach. This is everything he’s ever dreamed of. He only ever took this job to be close to you. And now? Here he is.
He watches as you tug at his shirt, tossing it aside, your swimsuit bottoms and his shorts and boxers following suit within mere moments. John B kisses lower and lower before he licks a stripe along your pussy, making you moan his name in the way he always fantasized. Hiking your legs over his shoulder, he continues, gripping your thighs as he eagerly laps at your folds. You taste so fucking sweet, so perfect, and God, the noises you make? He thinks, given the chance, he could cum from this alone. But not today. Today, he wants to have you for real.
Your fingers tug at John B’s hair as he moves to mouth at your puffy clit, taking the swollen bud between his lips and suckling, your entire body arching up against him. But he pulls away just as you’re about to feel that high that you’ve been chasing for the last several minutes. You glare at him, but before you can say anything, he’s pushing his fat cock inside you, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of finally having you. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping your gaze trained on his, watching the lazy, almost intoxicated smile that spreads across his face as he ruts against you. He’s so fucking thick, more than any guy you’ve been with before. And the feeling of his thumb rubbing at your clit as he fucks you like you’ve never been fucked in your entire life…
It doesn’t take very long for you to reach your peak, white hot pleasure washing over your body as John B fucks you through your climax. He moves his hands to squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it between his palms as his lips capture yours in another kiss, one that you eagerly return. Your second orgasm starts building, that coil in your stomach starting to wind as John B moves faster and faster, hips pistoning against yours at a nearly inhumanly fast pace.
He pulls out just as you reach your peak, spilling himself all over your stomach with a loud groan of your name, the two of you sitting there for a long moment, just gazing at each other and basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.
“Will you…”
“Yeah,” you nod, resting a hand on his cheek, “Yeah, John B. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Just then, you hear Rafe and Topper’s voices, the two of you scrambling to go below deck and hide, leaving your clothes behind in your haste, giggling at your brother’s confusion, wondering whose fucking shit is all over the deck.
Why would you two bother grabbing them anyway? You and your new boyfriend are nowhere near done with each other yet.
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punkeccentricenigma · 7 months
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Rise!Boys accidentally confess their love to Reader.
Relationship status: Romantic
Reader prounouns: They/Them
TW: Slight angst for Raph's part, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.
Author's note: Just enjoy lol.
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Leonardo
◇ Ever since Leo realized his feelings, his casual demeanor towards [Y.N] had turned into almost aggressively flirting.
◇ Despite not wanting to rush into confessing his feelings, he was practically a simp for that person..
◇ But he also teased them often, of course, not on a seriously offensive level. Just light pokes and prods.
◇ I'm sure he bragged to anyone about his not-yet relationship with [Y.N].
"Oh, and I recently won a unicorn plushie for them, and they were really delighted! WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!"
"Pepino, get the hell out of here."
◇ Just as Donatello had enough of his (non-)twin, he now wanted to dig a hole to hell and throw him in there to finally get some rest.
◇ Anyway, the accidental confession happened one night when neither he nor [Y.N] could sleep.
◇ They were sending each other various memes through Discord in bulk. This boosted his confidence even more, leading to him typing 'I love you.'
◇ Of course, he hadn't sent it yet; his mind was suddenly filled with not-so-good thoughts. What if they don't feel the same? What if they laugh at him?? Or something worse?!
◇ Despite his persona, the boy was full of insecurities, from his looks to his personality, but with them... he felt good about himself.
◇ But would such a confession be too simple? The boy decided to wait at least one day before confessing his love.
◇ But fate said 'nuh-uh,' and his phone fell on Leo's face, causing panic. Due to his carelessness, he held the device wrong, resulting in the accidental sending of the ill-fated message.
"No, no, no, NO!" His voice trembled as he tried to delete the message immediately. Unfortunately, the app froze to his disadvantage. "Damn it!"
◇ When he managed to reopen the app, there was a new message.
◇ "... You are not joking, right?"
◇ This night would last even longer than a turtle had anticipated.
Raphael
◇ I think it happened during the attack on their home by Shredder. Absolute chaos, a storm of emotions, the perfect situation for an imperfect love confession.
◇ "Raph, have you lost your mind?!" [Y.N] began, full of outrage. "Why didn't you let me stay? Splinter and Draxum need help!"
The turtle furrowed his brow bones, looking down at the shorter person with regret. "It was the only way, I'm sure they'll handle it."
"And what if they don't? What if they needed our help right now?"
◇ No matter how advanced [Y.N]'s combat skills were, Raphael was even more opposed to the idea.
◇ "Nothing will happen to them!" Raphael raised his voice, as if trying to convince not only the teenager but himself. "And stop arguing with me; I'm the leader here, and I make the decisions!"
"Damn it, I don't understand you! I could handle it, and you would have more time to plan; I'm not needed here!!"
◇ Just a reminder, everyone present was watching this argument.
◇ "Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"You are! I don't want to lose you like Gram Gram; I love you too much!" His angry red face suddenly turned shocked. Oh, oh. Did he really just say that??
◇ His dark eyes met the teenage counterpart's. Their whole face was red, and their determination to sacrifice themself slowly faded from their eyes.
"... Fine," [Y.N] muttered and sat down in the seat next to Michelangelo.
◇ When all this chaos is over, they'll have to talk, this time more calmly.
Donatello
◇ Donnie has a need to be as organized as possible, so before suggesting anything, he has to plan everything out and make sure that any confession of feelings will go perfectly.
◇ Of course, he had a large folder with potential scenarios that could happen before and after the confession. It had a bit of a vibe from his previous reincarnation, but much less scary and obsessive - he simply felt strong discomfort without preparation.
◇ Leo likes to tease him about it, by the way.
◇ Anyway, there was one situation the boy didn't anticipate. One night, he had been working on another invention all night, aimed at stealing another battery from the Purple Dragons, and in the morning, he fell asleep at his desk, or rather, he was half-unconscious.
◇ "Dee, come to bed." Raphael's voice echoed through the lab, gently shaking the sleepy Soft-shell's naked shoulder. In response, he got some sluggish syllables and a hiss. "You can't sit here like this; it's not healthy." "And sitting here all night is unhealthy enough," he added quietly.
"Get lost..." That's all the turtle understood. Raph rolled his eyes and moved away from his brother a bit.
"I'm not going to struggle; I'm sleep-deprived myself," the red-loving enthusiast said, picking up his phone.
◇ And so [Y.N] appeared in the lair, as the ultimate weapon.
◇ "Donnie! Get up! Lie down in bed!" The teenager themself was not well-rested, considering the early hour, but they tried not to sound irritated. Donnie mumbled something again and straightened up in his chair.
"Raphaello, leave me alone," Donnie started, putting his hands on the keyboard. Apparently, he had no intention of opening his eyes. "I still need to make a few changes to the code..."
"Wait, do you think I'm Raph??" [Y.N] asked in surprise, pointing at themself. Did their voice really sound so manly and deep?? Since when??
"And you're talking in the third person again; I've told you that it's no longer fashionable." Donnie tried not to hit his head against the desk even a little, wanting to at least be somewhat awake. The human wanted to say something, correct him, but gave up with a certain idea in their mind.
◇ they had noticed strange aspects of their friend's behavior lately. He was more open to their, often grabbing their hand or hugging their despite his usual aversion to it, he made various devices for their that made quite an impression on their... there had to be something to it!
◇ "Hey, buddy," the human leaned lazily against the desk, trying their best to mimic the speech style of the oldest of the brothers. "Do you, you know, have something going on with our best, most wonderful human friend??"
"You mean April?" Ouch, that hurt, even though [Y.N] felt the same way. "She's our almost-sister, Raph, yuck."
◇ "Oh, no! [Y.N], I meant [Y.N]!" The teenager corrected themself, slightly annoyed. It was weird.
"What about them? I already told you." No! Not like that!
"Ahahah, you know I have a bad memory when I'm not stressed!"
"Mh..." Pause. Did they say something wrong? Donatello is overly smart; he should figure out what's wrong! How will they explain this? "Everything's fine; my plan will be initiated in half a year at the latest." Plan? What plan??
"Plan...?"
"Rendezvous plan, duh," Donnie replied, resting his head on his hand. "I know you advised against it, but I can't do it differently. I need everything to be tip-top before I confess my feelings to them."
◇ "..."
◇ "..."
◇ "Raph...?"
◇ [Y.N] remained silent, trying to control their sudden heartbeat and their face turning as red as a strawberry.
Michelangelo
◇ Playing the role of Dr. Delicate Touch, the boy knew perfectly well what he felt and wanted to confess his love, but the natural fear of rejection also got to him.
◇ He wanted to think this all through. He wanted to do it as smoothly and charmingly as possible, but not in a way that made it seem like he didn't care. He didn't want to throw such important words to the wind!
◇ His artist's soul played a significant role here. Every time he felt great, he had to sketch something related to love.
◇ Just woke up from a fantastic dream? He had to quickly grab his sketchbook and sketch [Y.N] in a floral wreath.
◇ He was on patrol and saw their favorite cafe? He started sketching the teenager drinking coffee in the nearby sand with his finger, taking a picture of it as a keepsake.
◇ Spending quality time with [Y.N]? He convinced them to start painting each other with his favorite markers, and under the pretext of light fun, he drew orange hearts on their cheeks.
◇ It was all fun until there was an 'accident' during one of the previously mentioned activities.
◇ So, Mikey and [Y.N] were in his new room after Shredder's attack, and he needed help with some unique decoration.
◇ "Wait, isn't that a neon banner from the nearby store??" The teenager asked, pointing at the mentioned thing, peeking out from behind the boy.
"I neither confirm nor deny it!" Mikey laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "You have to admit it fits perfectly."
"Mhm, but I doubt you'll fall asleep with this," [Y.N] said skeptically, picking up one of the cardboard boxes that contained a surplus of notebook-like items. "Where does this go?"
"Oh! Just put it next to the cabinet; I'll put them in the drawers in a sec."
The human nodded, and as they took a few more steps, they tripped over the cables lying on the floor. they fell to the ground with a squeak, dropping the box less than half a meter in front of them.
"Are you okay??" The orange-loving enthusiast quickly ran to his friend, helping them get up as they groaned in pain.
"Yeah, I think so..." Their voice trailed off, surprising Mikey, who followed their gaze.
◇ His pupils immediately narrowed upon seeing an open sketchbook with many drawings and sketches of [Y.N], with a predominant theme of love.
"Mikey...?"
"IT'S NOTHING!" The teenager shouted, hastily picking up the sketchbook from the floor and pressing it against his plastron.
◇ Their faces both turned equally red with excessive thinking.
◇ Oops.
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sweatervest-obsessed · 8 months
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Something Old, Something New
Spencer Reid used to know everything about Y/N Y/L/N. But what happens when ten years after they last saw each other, they just so happen to bump into one another.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~2.7k
TW: Brief mentions of domestic violence, the slightest implications of DV, mentions of guns, Spencer hating JJ, colorful language.
Notes: This is my first ever fan fiction and so I’d absolutely love some feedback! I really want to expand this into either a full sized fic, or a series. Would anyone be interested in that ???? This takes place during S7E1 in which the team is on Trial because of their actions with Ian Doyle, Declan Doyle, and the others. One of my fav Reid episodes, and just a good one overall. Side note, it’s barely edited, apologies in advance. 
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“If you want to punish me for taking a risk, then I encourage you to do that, but do not put the rest of my team on trial for something I suggested.” The words flew out of his mouth. Some might think it was because he wasn’t thinking clearly. But he was. Senator Cramer was not amused. “Calm down Agent.”
“This is calm, and it’s doctor.”
“That’s all then, Doctor Reid.”  
“Thank you, Senator.” His chair scraped across the floor as he stood up. Spencer turned around and exited the jury room, door slamming behind him.
The team all stared as he stalked past them, and out towards the bathroom. JJ started to follow him before Derek put his hand up in front of her.
“Derek–”
“Let him go JJ.”
She sighed before turning around and walking the opposite direction. Just then, one of the clerks opened the door to the room and requested that Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia enter next.
As Spencer walked towards the bathroom, his mind was racing a million miles an hour. His anger was surely justified and the Senator was not listening to him, at all. Especially since the only thing the committee really even wants to do is have an excuse to transplant every one of his teammates—
“Shit!”
Spencer had collided with someone. Head on.
“O-oh, I’m..” He quickly bent down to help her pick up the various items now strewn across the floor, due to his negligence to his surroundings.
“I’m so sorry.” He managed to sputter out before actually managing to look up to the person he bumped into, holding out the remaining item on the floor–a small black binder, clearly heavier than it looked.
The woman he had run into smiled quickly, but kindly at him.
“It’s okay—thank you—don’t worry about it. Could’ve had a coffee or something in my hand and then we would have had a serious issue.” She placed the binder back into her bag, somehow already neatly organized despite being completely empty and on the floor a minute before. She laughed a little before smiling at him.
Reid smiled back at her.
“I-I really am sorry about all your….” He tapered off. “Y/N?”
Y/N really looked at him for a moment before her whole face shifted. “Spencer?”
Both stared at one another in the hallway until a voice called over to the two of them “Hey Pretty Boy, we’re getting called in.”
Y/N tilted her head, a small smirk making its way across her lips.
“...Pretty Boy?”
“Yeah—–Well. No. It’s his nickname for me, uh..”
“Reid!”
She smiled at him. “Go Spencer. I’m here all day. Maybe you should look for me downstairs in the library when you’re done testifying in…” she peered around him and looked at where Derek was standing. “Federal Court? Oh Spencer, didn’t know you had become such a rule breaker.”
“A lot’s happened in the past ten years Y/N.” He smiled at her before turning around and walking towards Derek who pushed his lips together, trying not to make a bigger scene than before.
“Are we going to talk about whoever that is?”
“Nope.” Spencer pushed past Derek and into the courtroom.
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Once the team, except for Prentiss, was released into the hallway, JJ tried to grab Spencer's hand.
“Spence—”
“Not now Jennifer.” Spencer quickly maneuvered himself away from JJ, and headed towards the double doors at the end of the hall.
“Reid…” JJ tried again, but Spencer just pushed past the doors and walked down the stairs. He walked down two flights before exiting the stairwell. He found himself in front of the library, next to a small local cafe that clearly catered to exhausted lawyers and their incessant clients. Reid walked past the little cafe and entered the library. He realized that he didn’t know what type of Law Y/N practiced so he wouldn’t know where in the library she would be, but it wouldn’t matter since she was sitting at one of the tables next to the windows, trying to soak up as much sun while she withered away in the library. She sat with her back to the doors, maybe because the glare was too blinding on the laptop in front of her, or maybe because she couldn’t stop looking up at the entrance hoping a certain Doctor would enter.
Spencer approached her and stood in front of the empty chair.
“This taken?”
Y/N looked up, smiled, and nodded.
“By you Doctor Reid. Please, have a seat.”
Spencer laughed lightly and sat down.
“I feel like I’m in a client meeting.”
Y/N shook her head and closed her laptop.
“Not unless you have something you need a divorce lawyer for Reid.”
Reid looked at the books scattered in front of her, noting what books she had, and what cases she had opened them to.
“Tough case?” He nodded towards the books that she was busy tidying and shoving off to the side. Y/N sighed and stacked the books on the side of the table near the window.
“Not necessarily anything I can’t deal with, it’s just brutal to see someone be repeatedly assaulted by their husband, and–I’m sorry. That’s so…That’s so grim, I didn’t mean to bring the mood, um, down.” She laughed nervously and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
“Believe it or not, that is probably a regular topic on a weekly basis for me.” Spencer gave her a sheepish smile.
“Wh-” She smiled and shook her head. A ray of sun was slowly stretched across her face, illuminating her eyes, and captivating Spencer. “Well, Doctor Reid. Tell me what a man like you is doing with three PhDs and multiple Bachelor's degrees these days in which you deal with such graphic topics and have to be on trial in Federal Court?”
Reid smiled at his folded hands. “I’m a–uh–profiler for the FBI’s BAU—Behavioural Analysis Unit. We, uh, look at the way an unsub–unknown subject–behaves, as well as the victims behavior, and create profiles based off of that information to help law enforcement agencies, at every level, across the country.” Spencer finished his ramble by biting his bottom lip, and smiling at her. “As for the trail…my team led an operation that was…not at all by the book.”
Y/n nodded, choosing, for Spencer’s sake, to not prod further into the reason he was at the courthouse.“So can you analyze people just by…looking at them?”
Spencer nodded at her. “Yeah, I mean that’s not all that we do. We make preliminary personality profiles yes, but I’ve also made linguistic profiles and geographical profiles–But, uh, y-yeah I can do that…”
“So profile me then Doctor Reid.”
Reid’s brain short circuited at that moment. “I-uh, you. Um. You want me to….”
“Profile me. Yes.” Y/N bit her lip. “Unless, you’re lying to me Spencer.”
Spencer took a breath before locking eyes with her.
“You’re wearing a tailor made dress for you, which means you have enough money to be able to buy nice clothes, and buy someone’s labor to make them for you. Since the dress is well made and uses an expensive material, the case today is really important to you–from the books I’m assuming a messy divorce involving domestic abuse since that is what all of your books are about, and it involves weapons of some type, most likely guns, because one of those books is dedicated entirely to United States versus Hayes, which deals with convicted domestic abusers not being allowed to purchase guns or have a gun license. When I sat down you also had one of the books open to District of Columbia versus Heller, which deals with an individual’s right to possess a firearm unless they’re a convicted felon or mentally ill. You’re not wearing any makeup which means you’re confident about this case, and your client, regardless of her current physical state. It also means you’re confident in yourself, and don't feel the need to hide your face in any way. You’re wearing shoes that add about three inches to your height so that you’ll appear taller in court to make yourself seem like a bigger presence, as well as assert your previously mentioned confidence in this case and your stance in it. The binder you carry is smaller in size, but heavier than expected meaning you probably have a tablet, maybe an IPad, in there for any paper you don’t actually need a physical copy of, which tells me you’re environmentally conscious, or you’re trying to be. Because you also had a plastic water bottle in your purse which means that you knew you had a long day today, but probably also had a long day and or night yesterday since your prep towards yourself was minimal—shall I keep going?”
Y/N was looking at him with that look he simply could not figure out. “If you want Spencer. I’m quite enjoying it.”
He licked his lips before nodding at the coffee cup on the table. “You’re exhausted. I can tell since you’re no longer wearing your shoes, and your hair is now up. You probably work better with your hair up, which stems from the fact that you danced as a child. Hair up means getting to work. You’re also exhausted since you needed espresso. That cup says you’re drinking four shots of espresso in your latte. But it’s probably because you’ve put a lot of thought and time into this case. Which is good for your clients since they need someone who is compassionate and empathizes—” Spencer stopped short. His realization did not go unnoticed by her.
“Did you figure something out, Doctor Reid?”
“You…..Was it….?”
“No.” She sighed before reaching across the table and putting her hand on top of Reid’s clasped ones. His entire body was immediately filled with static.
“No Spencer. But maybe that’s enough profiling for the day, yeah?”
Spencer nodded before darting his eyes around the library.
“Would you, uh, maybe want to go get lunch, um, with me?”
Y/N smiled at him and nodded. “I would love nothing more, Doctor. Shall we?”
Spencer nodded and stood up, watching as she quickly, yet efficiently packed away her laptop, the binder and the rest of her things. She stood up, grabbed all three of the books, her bag, and her coffee.
“At least let me carry one of those books y/n–”
“Spencer, thank you, but I got this. Remember? Strong, confident woman here.” She teased him before walking over and dropping them off at the librarians desk. Reid followed behind her, still trying to fully decode the woman he once knew everything about.
“Want to take the stairs? I have this irrational fear that I’ll get stuck or die in an elevator, or both.” she mused looking at Spencer.
“As someone who has gotten stuck in an elevator, I have to agree. Did you know that according to the National Elevator Industry, there are approximately 27 recorded elevator-related deaths a year, with over 10,000 related injuries?”
Y/N paused before she opened the door to the stairwell. Spencer thought she was going to cancel the lunch. He had spewed before they even made it out of the building. But instead, she laughed a little bit.
“There’s a National Elevator Industry Company?” Out of all the things to come out of her mouth, that was not what he had expected.
“Well, yes. They’re technically the National Elevator Industry Incorporated, but yeah.”
She made a sound surprise before nodding and heading into the stairwell. “Well I’m glad we’re not volunteering to be victims 28 and 29 then.”
Spencer smiled again, and let out a laugh of agreement.  
“I did want to ask you about that sweater vest though. It’s quite....something Spencer...”
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By the time the two had reached the main doors to the outside, both were giggling incessantly as Reid recalled the time he got stuck in an elevator with his coworker, Derek. Y/N paused their conversation to say a quick goodbye to the security guards working.
“You know all of their names?” Spencer was slightly astonished, knowing how quick the turnaround was for a job like that, barely even considering the sheer amount of security guards.
“It’s important to thank them since they have to stand there and deal with every single person who comes in or out of the Court. Might as well try to make their day a little better. Besides..” She opened the door for Reid to exit through. “When you’re nice, they’re a little more lenient about…oh I don’t know…plastic water bottles and other things that you’re not technically allowed to bring into a courthouse.”
Spencer smiled at her as they walked down the steps. “And you called me a rule breaker.”
“Well Pretty Boy, I can’t follow all the rules, what fun would that be?” Spencer became flustered as she smiled politely and waved to some of her colleagues as they finished walking down the steps.
“So Mr. Profiler, where are you taking me to lun–”
“Spence!”
Spencer outwardly rolled his eyes, his face steeling up at the sound of the heels coming towards them. Y/n was now profiling him as he excused himself and turned around to face JJ.
“What.”
“Wow–uh—Spence look, I–”
Spencer huffed in annoyance. “Is there something you want Jennifer?”
JJ gave Y/n an apologetic smile before turning towards Spencer. “Hotch and Strauss need us back at the office. We have to, uh, discuss next steps in case of reassignment.”
Y/n watched as Spencer managed to steel himself up tighter than before. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll meet you all there.”
“Well actually we—”
Spencer tried to cut her off again before Derek decided to interrupt, He had been watching the whole interaction. He moved over to the small group. “Reid, we have to leave now.”
Spencer huffed in annoyance and shot him a look but Serek didn’t notice. He had turned towards Y/n at that point, and turned on that classic Derek Morgan Charm. “Didn’t know Pretty Boy could even associate with such a beautiful woman. The name’s Derek.”
He held out his hand for Y/n to take. And she did, shaking it twice before retreating her hand.
Spencer turned to you, with the hint of a devious smile, and nodded in Derek’s direction. “That’s the Derek.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up with amusement, before turning back to Derek. A smile burst across her face. “Oh my god, Spence. This is him?”
Derek looked at Reid, and then back at Y/n, and then back at Reid. “Reid, what is she talking about…”
Spencer just shrugged before turning his back completely to JJ, who seemed more upset by the second at Spencer’s distantness than at Morgan’s blatant attempt to charm his way into Y/n’s heart.
“Yes! Doctor Reid here was just telling me about your adventures on the BAU.”
Derek smiled and nodded at Spencer. “All good things I hope.”
“Oh absolutely. It’s an honor to meet the person who got stuck in an elevator and freaked the fuck out with Spencer all those years ago.”
Derek’s jaw hit the floor, and JJ was pretty speechless herself. Spencer had the smirk of a lifetime written all over his face. Y/n took the opportunity to walk over, and give Spencer a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You still owe me lunch sometime, Doctor Reid.” She winked at him before pulling out her ringing phone, and answering.
Spencer, JJ, and Derek watched her walk away.
“Who the hell was that?” Derek eventually managed out before looking at Reid with a mixture of awe and proudness across his face.
“My former ‘girl next door’.” Spencer smiled, before walking off towards Hotch, Rossi, Garcia, and Emily, ready to head back to the BAU with a newfound determination. The first was to get this god forsaken meeting over with. And the second was to find out everything he could about Y/F/N, Y/L/N.
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b4b3tte · 3 months
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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ | TW : ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR
My note — I hope you enjoy this! This may seem out of character of johnny, I wasn’t sure if he would be the love sick affectionate type of yandere or dark & abusive type but I just let my fingers typed away, if you want me to re write or write another one let me know! I have more yandere JC content so just hold on tight! You can picture MK1 Johnny Or MK11 since I know the lore more and played the MK11 Game I usually invision MK11 JC, but either way enjoy!! NOT PROOFREAD.
Warnings — Bruising, physical abuse, controlling, possessive, jealousy, forcefulness, use of guns, and cussing
Song — eyes don’t lie — Isabel LaRosa
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𐙚 Here you are, on the cold hard ground leaning against the wall crying your eyes out, having your neck bruised, and jaw sore, thinking how can you let this happen to yourself?
𐙚 Just awhile ago Johnny saw you talking to Erron black a little longer than you should have at Kotal Kahn’s Kolosseum, What you didn’t know was that Johnny staring at Erron black down with upmost jealousy and rage.
𐙚 then glancing at you with audacity and amusement on how would you let Erron talk to you in such a flirting manner when you know damn well you belong to him and not Erron.
𐙚 After your guys conversation was over after repeatdly declining errons advances , what you didn’t expect was to be harshly grabbed by the wrist and pushed to a corner, and grabbed by the chin being brought up closely to Johnnys face, his brows furrowed in anger and eyes as sharp as knifes.
“ really? Your fucking kidding me right? Over here prancing around like a fucking whore getting other men’s attention you know you aren’t supposed to. The fuck do you have to say about that huh? “
𐙚 The grip of his big hands on your chin getting more tighter and feeling your jaw swelling and burning, it’s like you had a lump in your throat wanting to come out but nothing came out, all in results was your eyes feeling an itch of water slowly becoming more visible in them, and your mouth not uttering a word, if it was sown shut.
𐙚 His facial expressions darken at the silence, both of his hands went to your shoulders pushing you harder to the wall, having his face close to yours
“ IM TALKING TO YOU. Is that man more interesting than me huh, i don’t give you enough is that it?….what are you stupid or deaf, or are you just plain out retarded, to not fucking answer me when I’m speaking to you. “
𐙚 The sudden yell from him caused you to flinch, and finally have a tear run down your right eye, the times you two have been together he never fails to make you fear him, you swallowed the so called lump in your throat and opened your mouth slight trying to push out words
𐙚 but only pathetic stuttering came out, which caused him to only ease his grip on your shoulders and raise his eyebrow in amusement waiting for your response
“ I-…um..i…uh- “
𐙚 You were cut off by him just rolling his eyes and chuckling and finally letting you go but still making sure you were against the wall, in frustration he ran his hand through his hair, and grabbed a Kimber Micro 9 Semi-Auto Pistol out of his gun holster,
𐙚 he chuckles in a manic crazedway and pushes it up against your chin, making your head go up, but still maintaining eye contact with him in fear
“ listen baby, I love you and you love me, but if you ever decide one day you don’t, I will kill you. You hear me? If I can’t have you…then no one can, okay sweetheart?“
𐙚 He says the last 2 words in a smile that sent chills down your spine, it’s like he thought this was something completely normal to do to someone you love. His hand roughly grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his lips meet yours and his free hand move slowly from your neck down your waist.
𐙚 When he felt you not kiss back, he chuckles within the kiss and brings the gun down to your stomach, having his index finger slightly press on the trigger basically threatening you to kiss him back
“ don’t be a brat, and kiss me back. “
𐙚 After he felt your effort in the kiss and how your lip quivered in fear, in satisfaction he put down the gun from your stomach, his soft and warm tongue slips into your mouth, grabbing your neck roughly making sure you have no intention on breaking the kiss first
𐙚 his breath feeling like a gentle breeze. he pulls you in closer, his hot breath almost burning against your skin.Both of you then heard someone call out Johnnys name, and audible annoyed noise comes out of his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss
𐙚 he then caresses the side of your cheek and says in a sweet tone despite his words pressing the gun further on your chest, definitely causing a mark
“ we’ll talk more at home alright love? If you even fucking remotely look at his way or any man that isn’t me, you’ll know what will happen. k? “
𐙚 he then kisses your cheek and holsters his gun then walking off, you feel your knees give out in pain, you slowly glide against the wall, and let a tear drop by drop, your hand softly going up feeling the burning sensation on your neck and chin from the harsh grasps of his, you don’t know how you’ll have to do it, but soon enough you’ll have to go back out there pretending like nothing happened and this is just the beginning.
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A Sacrifice For a Friend Angel Dust X reader 5
Extremely long chapter. Disclosure this is uh. Dark lol. Super dark. Valentino being well. Valentino. It’s just dark. That’s the TW.
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Days turned into weeks, and still, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story between you and the demon named Angel. You found yourself searching for him at every party Valentino wanted to show you off at, hoping for another glimpse of his familiar face, hoping to find some way to understand what it was that drew you to him.But Valentino seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, and each time you tried to seek away, you always found yourself pulled away by the Demon's insistent hand.
You spotted Angel standing alone in the shadows, his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt a spark of something - hope, perhaps? - flicker between you. "Angel," you breathed, walking towards him him. You were about to speak when a hand clamped down on your shoulder, spinning you around to reveal Valentino. His features were twisted into a mask of anger."I thought I told you to stay by my side" he growled. "What part of 'keep your distance' did you not understand?"
Angel's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. He knew Valentino. Valentino's grip tightened on your shoulder. "I'm not asking you again," he warned. "If you keep this up, I'll make sure you regret it."You felt the anger rise up inside you, but you forced it down. You couldn't risk it.
You looked at Angel, hoping he understood the danger you were in. His expression softened, and he gave you a small nod. You turned back to Valentino, trying to sound nonchalant. "Fine. I won't see him again." Valentino studied your face for a moment, as if he could see right through your lie. But finally, he seemed to accept it and let go of your shoulder. "Good, it’s time we head back to the studio" He motioned to the limo, idling at the curb, and you knew there would be no escaping him tonight.As you climbed into the car, you caught one last glimpse of Angel, watching you from the shadows. There was something in his eyes that made you feel like he understood what you were going through, that he knew you were trapped in this nightmare.
The ride to the studio was silent, besides the sound of Valentino's harsh breathing and squeal of the limos tires as it swerved through traffic. You tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable verbal assault that awaited you once you arrived, but you couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear run down your spine.
When you finally pulled up to studio, you climbed out of the car and forced yourself to stand tall. You didn't want Valentino to think he could break you, not completely. As you walked up to the door, you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.You pushed the door open and stepped inside, bracing yourself for the onslaught of his rage. The familiar smell of strawberry lube and sex filled your nostrils, in an almost comforting way as Valentino led you to your dressing room. He slammed the door shut behind you instantly, his eyes burning with fury.
"You disobeyed me," he growled. "You lied to my face." His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, and you could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. "Do you have any idea how much I give you , you stupid whore!" He advanced on you, his hand curling into a fist at his side. You couldn't help but take a step back, feeling the wall of the dressing room press against your shoulders. "I've been giving you everything you could ever want," he snarled. "Fame, fortune, a fucking desire most people can only dream of, and this is how you repay me?!" You wanted to defend yourself, to explain that it wasn't like that, but the words caught in your throat. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. "I'm sorry," you managed to choke out. "I didn't mean to disobey you." Valentino took a step closer, his face inches from yours. His breath was hot against your skin, his grip on your arm painful. "You know what you have to do," he hissed. "You know what I expect of you."
The anger in his eyes made you feel small, worthless. You didn't dare meet his gaze, instead looking down at the floor as you tried to steady your shaking breath. You could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. “You know what you have to do," he repeated, his voice low and threatening. "You know the consequences if you disobey me." His grip tightened on your arm, causing you to wince in pain before he let you go, opening the door harshly, and left.
The exhaustion began to set in after the first couple hours. Your body ached from being used in ways it wasn't meant to be, and your mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Every time you thought you'd reach the end, Valentino would demand one more scene, one more position, one more act of degradation.
It was as if he was trying to break you, to reduce you to nothing more than his personal sex toy. You tried to focus on the money, on the fact that this was what you had signed up for, but the thoughts kept creeping in, filling your head with doubt and self-loathing. The only thing that kept you going was the fear of what would happen if you couldn't meet Valentino's expectations, if you failed to please him.
And the thought of maybe seeing Angel again.
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barcaracing · 1 year
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lucky charm | mv1
summary: max verstappen has been your childhood best friend since the day he nearly knocked you over with his little go-kart, but some things about the dutch guy are still a mystery to you. like when he asked you to bring his dirty socks to the italian grand prix
pairing: max verstappen x childhoodbsf!reader
tw: cursing because it’s max verstappen. come on
a/n: first fanfic on this baby let's goooo
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It was the weekend of the Italian Grand Prix. Nerves were running high as the drivers prepared for Monza. You had been looking forward to this since the winter break, and it was finally time to pack your things and make your way to the airport. As always, Max had organised paddock passes for you to be his guest, but now that you were actually holding them in your hands, you weren't sure if you really needed to see fast cars go zoom again.
Max and you got into an argument at the beginning of the week and things were still left unresolved as they often were when it came to you two. Looking back, you couldn't even remember what the argument was about. Max and you were hanging out at your place, playing FIFA and talking about his last race when he suddenly sounded more irritated. You were used to this and didn't think much of it, but for some reason, he kept running in circles. 
“You know, if you’d been there,” Max started, “you would’ve seen how shit the race was and I wouldn’t have to tell you about it.”
“I did see it,” you responded. “I texted you afterwards.”
"Yeah," he huffed, not trying to conceal his blunt tone. "I saw the text. Congratuling me on P3."
You furrowed your brows and glanced his way. "Something wrong?"
Max didn't bother to reply. His eyes were glued to the screen, fingers still moving on the controller, but the frown was pretty tell-tale.
"You're not–" You lifted your legs off his lap to face him. "You're not actually mad I wasn't there, are you? I told you months in advance that I couldn't make it to Zandvoort. You were okay with it."
Max continued playing, passing the ball around with no aim or reason. "Whatever," he eventually mumbled. Things got a bit heated after that. At some point, it was really just a question of who could piss off who until the matter ended with him slamming your apartment door and you storming off to slam your bedroom door for good measure. 
As expected, neither of you made the first step to apologise. It was more of a peace offering, which entailed him sending a plain text asking if you wanted something to drink with your pizza and if 8 o'clock worked for you. You replied that you wanted a coke and that you'd be there at 8. That was it, really. You greeted each other with a hug and muttered quietly sorry to each other.
Now, you were sitting in your cab on your way to the airport, still unsure if Max actually wanted you there with him in Monza. Not that it was any different to any other argument you both had, but some pretty nasty things were said, including him telling you that you might as well not come to any of his races anymore if you didn't care.
You were still mulling things over when your phone rang in your hands. It was Max calling. A small smile swept over your lips as you answered it.
"Don't tell me you already crashed."
You heard Max let out a snort. "I love when you believe in me. Where are you?"
"In the cab. Why?"
"Oh." It was silent on the other line. "Can you do me a favour?"
"Yeah, sure.” You passed your phone to your left hand. “What's up?"
You could hear Max shuffle on the other side, closing a door before finally saying, "Can you bring me my lucky socks?"
You blinked. Two cars passed as you stared out the window. "Your what?"
"My socks. The, uh, white ones."
"You're joking." You let out an incredulous laugh. "You better be joking. You have like 50 pairs of white socks."
"But I need that specific pair," Max insisted, and you frowned.
"Verstappen, in all 20 years of knowing you, you have never worn a pair of fucking lucky socks."
"I did, I just never told you."
"Bullshit. Why would you not tell me?"
Max paused hesitantly. "Because I wear them all race weekend."
Your eyes widened. "Friday to...?"
"Friday to Sunday, yeah, pretty much."
"Verstappen." You shuddered. "That's disgusting."
He had the audacity to chuckle. "I'm a disgusting man."
"Gross. Downright vile."
"Proud of it." You could hear the grin in his voice. 
“But you sweat so much,” you said, absolutely bewildered. “It’s abhorrent how much you guys sweat. You’re telling me you just leave those socks on for three days straight?”
“I don’t sleep with my socks on,” Max said defensively. “I’m not a psychopath.”
You pondered that. “Are they…mouldy?”
Max cursed through the phone. “Y/N, those socks just bring me a little luck when I’m racing. I never said they made me immune to fucking fungal diseases.”
“I still think you should get your feet checked.” You grimaced at the mental image of whatever was left of them. “And don’t ever take your socks off when I’m around.”
“Fine,” he huffed, and you could almost see him roll his eyes. "So can you get them for me or not?"
You watched another car pass. "You actually want me to bring you your stinky socks from Monaco to Italy."
"Yes."
You heaved a long-suffering sigh.
A couple hours later, you found yourself about to cross the pit lane, greeting a few engineers who were warming up outside. Your gaze wandered through Max's side of the Red Bull Racing garage, but he wasn't there. You made to turn and ask one of the engineers when your eyes drifted to Horner, who saw you and walked over.
"Y/N." Christian greeted you with a broad smile. "My world champion’s lucky charm has finally arrived."
"They sure have." You wrinkled your nose and held up an old pair of white socks. They had a slight brown, yellowish tint on the bottoms and the smell made you want to gag.
"Jesus." Horner stepped back and made a disgusted face. "Why are you– God, how did they even let you through security with those." He made a show of waving his hand in front of his face.
"Ziplock bag and duct tape," you said earnestly. "I just took them out because the bag was all fogged up and people at the gate thought I was carrying around roadkill."
"You tell me a rat died in those socks and I would believe you. God. Did you lose a bet again or what’s going on?"
Just when you were about to reply, a familiar voice shouted your name from across the pit lane and you excused yourself to go meet Max halfway. 
"You came." Max wore a wide grin on his face. He went in for a hug, but before he could take another step toward you, you shoved the socks into his chest.
"Don't ever ask me to do anything for you ever again." You were glaring at your best friend as he stared down at his chest, startled. He took the socks from your palm and looked at you.
"You brought the socks?"
You stared back at him. "Is that not what you're holding? Give them a good sniff if you don’t believe me. Fumes are probably lethal."
"You brought the socks." It sounded more of a statement this time, and you had to shake yourself out of your stupor when Max started laughing. 
"What's so funny?" You crossed your arms and watched as he couldn't seem to contain himself. Max bent over at the waist, one hand pressed to his stomach. He made to wipe away a tear and nearly choked when he accidentally breathed in the smell. He tucked the reeking socks into his suit, which was folded over at his hips, and stood up straight to face you, laughter dying slowly on his lips.
"Is this the part where you tell me I was pranked and I run you over with your car?" You deadpanned.
"Hmm." He pretended to think about it while taking a step forward. "Probably."
"This isn't funny, Max. We had to turn around the cab, and I had to go through your dirty laundry, probably caught a few diseases too, all because you wanted your stupid lucky socks, and I wanted to show you that I care because of course, I fucking care and–"
"Woah, wait," Max cut you off. "You were on your way to the airport? When I called?"
Annoyed, you nodded. "I was already in the cab."
Max's face lit up. "You were planning on coming?"
You gave him a look. "Well, yeah. I thought you wanted me to."
"I did." He nodded eagerly. "Didn't think you would."
You held each other's gaze for a moment. That was when you could see it all unfold in his eyes. It was a silent conversation, all told through your gazes.
"Look," said Max eventually and reached out to hold your hands in his. You cast a brief glance downward, registering how close you were standing to each other. "It doesn't make a lot of sense because I usually drive fucking great, but whenever you're not there, things always go wrong. Not just engine or tyre failure, but the car feels nervous and overtaking becomes a pain in the ass. Last week was shit because you weren't there."
“P3 is hardly shit,” you replied and Max gave you a pointed look. Your gaze softened and you looked away. "You could've just told me that on Monday."
He rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs. "I know. I was just being a dick, to be honest." He gave you a shrug before clearing his throat. "And I guess, I was also too much of a dick to tell you that celebrating is just a lot better when you're there too."
You couldn't help the teasing grin that slowly took over your face. "Easy there, Verstappen. People might think you actually care about me."
He let out a scoff and pulled you toward him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to press a kiss onto the crown of your head. "Who cares what people think," he mumbled into your hair.
You hummed and wrapped your arms around his torso. "We can just tell them that you've ditched the socks because they were burning away your skin and I've become your lucky charm."
"Fucking hell, Y/N." Max laughed. "Don't you get it?" He pulled away and met your gaze with soft eyes. It looked like he was searching for something in them, so you gave the smallest nod and Max took that as his invitation to lean down and press his lips gently to yours. You felt him smile into the kiss and you realised that you were doing the same. 
This was your first kiss together, and you couldn't believe it was happening in the middle of the paddock. But no one appeared to care. It was just you and Max as it always has been. You didn't want to think about what all of this meant. Like the fact that Max Verstappen actually liked you more than just a friend. At that moment, you simply wanted to kiss the guy who felt like home to you and not worry about anything else.
Pulling away, Max pecked your lips once more. You were pretty sure both of you were already grinning like the biggest idiots on the grid, but your smile only widened when he mumbled against your lips, "You've always been my lucky charm."
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mynameismckenziemae · 22 days
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Unbroken
Part 1
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You
Summary: You (Jake’s younger sister, Emma) were gutted by the way your first (and only) relationship ended, you’re not looking for anything but some fun. Bradley Bradshaw shows up for your older brother’s wedding and is eager to scratch your itch, but refuses to let it be a one-time thing. Will you let him mend the heart he didn’t break?
*Should be able to read alone but helps to read Jake and Charlie’s story, ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’ first.
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Warnings: 18+. MDNI! This chapter contains adult language and situations, future chapters will have smut. There’s probable veterinary inaccuracies-I work in people healthcare, not animal healthcare 🥴TW: unwanted/nonconsensual touching/advances. Please message me if you have questions.
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“Thanks for letting me get ready here, I was afraid I wouldn’t have time to shower and get ready after that last call. Does this look okay?” You ask as you check your reflection in the mirror.
“No problem,” your oldest friend and soon-to-be sister-in-law, Charlie answers as she comes into the guest bedroom. “Emma Lou, you look gorgeous. That dress new?”
Charlie and Jake had invited you over for dinner to meet the other half of their wedding party, Bradley Bradshaw.
“Kind of? I got it at the beginning of last summer, just haven’t worn it yet. It’s too short for church and can’t really wear a dress when I’m wrangling farm animals,” you laugh.
“Well, you could if you really wanted too. I’m sure the farmers wouldn’t mind,” she teases.
“Ew,” you shudder, thinking about one client in particular you work with. “No thanks.
“Anderson still being gross?” Charlie asks, reading your mind.
“Uh-huh. Speaking of, I have to go out there tomorrow, he thinks one of his cows is pregnant,” you sigh, following her to the kitchen.
“Can’t Gav or Noah go instead?” She asks, washing her hands at the sink.
“I’m sure either would in a second,” you reply, wetting your hands too. “They’ve been nothing but great since I joined the practice, but I haven’t told them how he acts towards me. They’d fire him in an instant if they found out. It’s dumb, but I feel like he wins if he knows it bothers me. Plus he brings a lot of money into the practice. Ky comes with me too.”
Charlie frowns but then nods. “Okay, but be careful. He’s a dead man if he ever lays a hand on you,” she warns.
You don’t tell her that he already has.
“So this Bradshaw guy…Is he as hot in person as he is on Insta?” You ask, changing the subject.
“Nope,” she laughs, drying her hands. “Even hotter.”
“Off to a good start. Straight? Single?”
“Yes and yes. He told Jake he was going to ask me out but I think it was just to push Jake into telling me how he felt,” Charlie replies.
“Should’ve done that 10 years ago,” you mutter, smiling when she rolls her eyes.
“Bradley’s a sweetheart. I think you’d make a cute couple.”
It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m just looking to get laid. My vibe isn’t cutting it anymore.”
“What’s not cutting it anymore?” Jake asks as he walks into the kitchen behind the two of you.
“My vibrator. I was telling Charlie I need to get laid,” you answer, forgetting Jake was picking Bradley up from his hotel on the way home.
Jake coughs awkwardly, “Bradshaw, this is my sister, Emma.”
You cringe, laughing as you turn around, refusing to be embarrassed.
Damn. Charlie wasn’t lying; he is hotter in person. Dressed in tight jeans with a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his dog tags, and a white tank clinging to his defined chest.
“Couldn’t have led with that, Jake?” You glare at your older brother before turning to Bradley with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“You can call me Bradley, or Rooster if you want. Nice to meet you too,” he chuckles, cheeks flushed and his deep brown eyes twinkle with amusement as he takes your outstretched hand, making it look small. Your eyes flicker to his dog tags, wishing you could reach out and grab them to pull him in for a kiss.
“Who wants a beer?” Charlie asks, breaking the spell.
“Me, please, and thank you,” you answer as you reluctantly pull your hand away, wondering how his callouses would feel on other parts of your body.
“I’ll take one too, thanks,” he answers as his eyes do a perusal of you.
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“So you’re a vet?” Bradley asks as you finish your singer around Jake and Charlie’s kitchen table.
“Yep. Large animals mostly, but I’ll cover the clinic if needed,” you reply.
“Emma was always the smart one,” Jake says, nudging you with his elbow.
“And the pretty one, and the sweet one, and the strong one…” you tease.
“Strong one is true,” Charlie agrees, squealing as Jake pinches her.
“I’ll never hear the end of it ‘cause Em beat me in arm wrestling once or twice,” Jake rolls his eyes.
“Once or twice?! I was 14 the last time you beat me,” you scoff as Charlie laughs in the background.
“Sounds like there needs to be a rematch,” Bradley says, sipping his beer.
“I’m in,” you shrug, looking at Jake.
“Fine.”
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Everyone helps clear the table and load the dishwasher. It’s refreshing to see a man besides your dad and Jake help; you and Jake were raised without household gender roles but most of the men you know weren’t.
“Alright, on 3. Jake,” Charlie looks at him as she holds your intertwined hands. “No cheating.”
You laugh at the look he gives her.
“1, 2, 3!” Charlie says and releases your hands.
Jake’s stronger than you remember, but still not as strong as you. You let him push your arm a little, biting your lip to not laugh at the look of surprise that flashes over his face before you take a deep breath and push his arm down.
“Oh come on, you totally dropped your shoulder!” Jake argues.
“She did not, you’re just a sore loser,” Charlie laughs, kissing his cheek.”
“Gym muscle just doesn’t compare to farm muscle,” you grin, flexing your bicep.
“Guess not,” Bradley smiles.
Your phone rings and you frown when you see that it’s your tech, Ky.
“It’s work. Sorry, I gotta take this,” you excuse yourself to the front porch.
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“Everything okay?” Jake asks when you come back inside.
“Yeah,” you nod. “It was my tech. His kid is sick so he won’t be with me tomorrow.”
“So you have to go to Anderson’s alone?” Charlie asks, remembering your conversation from earlier.
“Yep,” you sigh, flopping down on the couch.
“As in Jim Anderson? The pervy old fuck?” Jake asks, sitting forward on the couch.
“That’s the one. He thinks one of his heifers is pregnant and I’ve got to go take a look at her before the weekend.”
“Shit,” Jake sighs, thinking. “I’d go with you but we meet with the pastor tomorrow morning. I’ll call him and see if we can-“
“No. You’re getting married in a few days. I can handle it,” you assure him.
“I know you can,” Jake agrees, “But it’d make me feel better if you weren’t alone.
“I can go with you,” Bradley offers. “I was just going to hang out at the hotel while these guys were busy.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you shake your head. “It’s smelly and gross.”
“I don’t mind,” Bradley shrugs.
“He can use some of my old clothes and work boots,” Jake adds. “I know you can hold your own, Em, but I really don’t like that guy.”
Knowing Jake won’t drop it, you sigh and look at Bradley. “You really don’t mind?”
“Not at all. I think it’d be cool,” he smiles so genuinely that you can’t help but believe him.
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 8.”
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Bradley’s waiting outside the lobby holding two coffees when you pull up the next morning in your work truck. He looks good enough to eat, even if he is wearing your brother’s Wranglers and a Longhorn tee; your Alma mater.
“Two creams, no sugar,” Bradley says, handing a travel cup over. “I texted Jake how you take it,” he answers before you can ask.
You take a sip. “Oh it’s perfect, thank you. I was gonna treat you since you’re helping me out.”
“You’re saving me from a morning of scrolling on my phone, it’s the least I could do,” he replies. He’s practically vibrating in his seat as you pull out of the driveway.
“Excited?”
“Yeah,” he replies with a grin. “I’ve never been up close to a cow before”
You laugh. “Really?”
“Really. I grew up in the city.”
He tells you about it on the way; his dad died before he really knew him and much like Charlie, he was raised by a single mom that he lost to cancer too young.
“You don’t have any family left,” You realize softly.
“Mav’s like an uncle, plus Jake and the rest of the squad.”
“Jake’s not the best at expressing it, but he considers you a brother.”
“You’re telling me the guy who was in love with his best friend for 15 years but didn’t tell her isn’t good at expressing his feelings?” Bradley jokes.
“Crazy, right?” You laugh. “I hear you were gonna ask Charlie out.”
“I just told him that so he’d finally make a move. Yet he always says I’m snug on my perch.” Bradley sighs, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah…what is the story with your callsign?” You ask.
“My dad’s callsign was Goose, so it’s a nod to him. I’m also a morning person.”
“That’s it?” You ask as you turn into the driveway.
“…why?” He asks, avoiding your question and your eyes.
“I was just wondering if it means you have a big cock,” you answer as you grab your bag and hop out of the truck, eyes flicking to his groin before meeting his with a cheeky grin.
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Bradley catches up to you a minute later.
“Good. He’s not outside,” you observe out loud as you round the corner of the barn. “I’m assuming she’s the one in the holding chute. Maybe we’ll get lucky and be gone before he realizes I was here.”
“That bad, huh?”
Your blood boils as recall you the times he’s touched your ass, brushed your breasts, and the inappropriate comments he’s made.
“Yeah, that bad,” you reply, starting your exam.
You finish quickly, laughing when Bradley turns green as you palpate inside her.
“Jesus! Your whole fucking arm’s inside her!” He gulps, turning away and patting her side.
“We got a fetus,” you say pulling your arm free, and removing the lubricated sleeve from your arm. “I just need to give the mama-to-be some vaccines and we’re done.”
“You know, she’s actually kind of cute,” Bradley says, crouching on the other side of the chute to rub her head.
“The calves are even cuter,” you reply, patting her. “I’ll be ready in a second here. Just a heads up, she may flinch.”
You hum as you draw up the meds, not hearing the footsteps behind you. You jump when a hand brushes your backside.
“Didn’t even come to the door to say hello. You avoidin’ me?” Jim breathes into your ear, reeking of chewing tobacco and old sweat.
“Hi Jim. No, I’m just in a hurry. Have a lot to do with Jake’s wedding in a few days,” you reply, stepping to the side to get out of his reach, refusing to look at him.
“You can spare 5 minutes, can’t you? I never get you to myself,” he spits before entering your space again.
“No. I’m here to see the animals, not you-hey!” You yelp when he tugs your ponytail.
That’s the final straw.
He stumbles when you jerk your elbow back, knocking the wind out of him when it nails his solar plexus.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” you seethe, quickly administering the injections and picking up your bag.
“Oh come on, honey. I was just playin’,” he wheezes, bent over. But he reaches for you again.
“You heard her. Don’t touch her. Or anyone else for that matter,” Bradley says calmly as he walks around the chute; but you can see his hand shaking out of the corner of your eye.
Jim gulps as he looks up at Bradley before nodding. “Alright. Sorry Em.”
“I’ll send you the bill and you can find your veterinary care elsewhere,” you reply, ignoring his apology.
Jim’s face goes white when Bradley murmurs something and slaps him on the back none too lightly before following you to the truck.
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“So that was unprofessional,” you sigh as you back out of the driveway. “But fuck, it felt good.”
“It’s not unprofessional to protect yourself,” he replies. “You’re quite the woman, Emma.”
Your cheeks heat under his praise. “I really appreciate you coming with me and having my back.”
“You had it handled, but no problem.”
“Can I treat you to lunch? As a thank you,” you ask as you pull into the parking lot of his hotel. Not admitting to yourself that you just want more time with him.
“You don’t have to do that, but yeah, I’d like to get lunch with you.”
“Great! I’d take ya now, but I smell like a barn,” you smile. “I’ll pick ya back up in about an hour after I shower.”
“Can’t wait,” he winks, walking to the lobby after shutting the door.
He grins when he glances back, catching you watching him walk away in those tight Wranglers.
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“Sorry I’m late. I ended up calling my coworkers to let them know what happened before Jim calls to complain.”
“No worries. How’d that go?” He asks, climbing into your personal (and much cleaner) truck.
“Good. They were furious,” you reply, continuing when he arches a brow. “But not at me, said they wish I would’ve told them earlier. Noah’s going to give him a call later. I’d love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.”
“I’m glad they’ve got your back too.”
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“Wait a minute, is there where Jake took Charlie on their first date?” Bradley asks when he sees the sign for the scenic outlook turn, handing you a fry from the bag of food you picked up from Ray’s-the town’s old carhop.
“Yeah, he told you about that?”
“I gave him the idea. Well…sort of,” he chuckles. “He was freaking out and didn’t know where to take her. Wanted it to be special, you know? So I asked what he would’ve done if they were in high school. I laughed when he told me he’d take girls to a car hop and find some place to park and fool around, but he said Charlie would like it.”
“She did. She would get so jealous when he’d take other girls out. It was so obvious. God, he’s an idiot,” you laugh, parking under the shade of a live oak.
You eat your lunch on the tailgate as he tells you about his dates when he was younger.
“…my mom tracked us down when I missed curfew and didn’t answer my cell, found us necking in the grocery store parking lot,” he smiles.
“I’m sure it wasn’t at the time, but that’s hilarious.”
“It was mortifying. That was the first and last date I got with Ashley Jones.”
“Thats too bad; if your mom hadn’t found you when she did, you might be married with 2.5 kids by now,” you tease, sipping your milkshake.
He laughs. “Nah, I’m happy with where I am at the moment.”
You smile, catching his insinuation when his eyes meet yours.
“How about you? You ever come out here and make out in a truck with a guy?”
“Nope. I’m Jake Seresin’s little sister, so every cop in town always had an eye on me. Fucking Jake,” you sigh dramatically. “It’s like a rite of passage around here and he ruined it for me.”
“You know, I’m a guy….and we’re sitting in a truck,” Bradley murmurs, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.
“Yeah? You offering?” You ask, leaning in.
“I am,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.
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Can you do some dadam? (Dad adam)
woops nearly 3k happened. tw for everyone being a bit traumatised and paranoid and sad. mostly sweetness and comfort tho.
*
just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall
*
He heard it dimly under the quiet chatter of the TV, under the crappy sitcom reruns he was forced to watch because he was pretty much banned from anything ‘crude’ (i.e. good) when the kid could walk in. Barely audible: little sock feet, padding across the hardwood floor.
Adam had been kinda dreading that sound. He’d been hoping Lawrence would make it home before it happened, ready to take the lead. Hell, he’d even take Alison showing up a whole day early to take her daughter back for the week over dealing with this alone – even though that was selfish and Lawrence would come home and be all broken up about it.
But no. No, as usual, luck wanted nothing to do with Adam Faulkner-Stanheight. He turned to the sound, trying his best to keep the anxiety out of his voice. “Hey, Di. Can’t sleep?”
Diana Gordon was usually about the healthiest, most pristine looking little girl you could imagine – all rosy cheeks and shiny hair, bright eyes, bubbling curiosity. Even though what she and her mom went through took the shine off of her a little, left her with some shit to deal with, she was a tough kid. Resilient. Her parents – and Adam, he guessed – did what they could, fed her right.
Right now, lurking at the edge of the living room in her nightdress with big, haunted eyes, she looked a little less American Girl, a little more possessed Victorian porcelain doll. She nodded.
“What’s up?”
“...”
Adam hit mute on the TV remote and turned to face her properly, leaning up on the back of the couch. “C’mon. What’s up?”
“...I think… he’s back.”
Adam swallowed. Dug his fingers into the couch cushions. “The, uh… the bad man?”
Cringing, she nodded again.
Logically, Adam knew no one could’ve had the chance to sneak into their apartment between Lawrence leaving for work and now. Logically, he knew the odds of some guy managing to hide longer than that in Diana’s closet when he and Lawrence both checked it religiously were basically none.
But they’d all beat those odds once already.
Shit. He was so gonna bug Lawrence about the fucking late shifts.
He set his jaw and stood, walking over to take Diana’s hand. It felt so fucking small in his; he barely trusted himself to hold it. “Okay. Okay, we’ll check it out. Uh… quick stop, first.”
*
They took a detour via Lawrence’s room (that was also sorta Adam’s, kind of, but not really. Didn’t really feel like his, when as far as the rest of the world was concerned he was just crashing on Lawrence’s couch while he got back on his feet, but whatever, it was fine, it was fine), and soon enough they were standing together on the threshold of Diana’s. Her little hands clinging to the back of Adam’s shirt like a limpet – and both of Adam’s hands clamped round the baseball bat he kept under his (theirs? Lawrence’s?) bed.
It didn’t fill him with a crazy amount of confidence – sure hadn’t helped him much the last time he had to deal with a maniac in a closet. But Lawrence wasn’t keen on the idea of having a traumatised pre-teen and a gun in the same house; and Adam would be happy if he never saw Lawrence holding one again, thanks. At the very least this bat had a little more bite, thanks to a couple nails Adam had driven into the surface. Fool him once…
Adam crept into the room, advancing on the closet slowly with his heart in his throat. Even with his vamped-up bat, he felt about as pathetically vulnerable as he had the last time, when he was fumbling round in the dark. Sock feet and oversized flannel felt like laughably inadequate armour. At least the lights were working this time; no bright, sporadic camera flashes here. No fleeting glimpses.
Still, his hand froze over the handle on the closet door, cold sweat beading his forehead. Images flashed behind his eyelids, blurry exposures of what could be waiting on the other side; shifting impressions of pig-faced monsters, black, pitiless pits of eyes. Whipping hair, grasping hands. The last thing he saw before he woke up in hell.
Diana’s little hand bunched in his shirt. He could feel her nose pressed into his back.
He gulped, planted his feet.
This now. Panic attack later.
“Stand back, Di,” he muttered, squeezing her hand as he detangled it from his shirt. He waited ‘til she was hanging back a few paces before he scraped together the tattered remains of his courage and yanked the handle, jumping back and letting the momentum open the door while he raised his bat, ready to strike. There was a whoosh and a thud as it swung open, collided with the wall.
Then… nothing.
Nothing at all. Just dresses, and coats. A handful of Halloween costumes. A bunch of other shit she’d clearly just thrown in here to cut corners when Lawrence told her to tidy her room. Weapon at the ready, he shoved his arm into the space and rooted through the hangers, exposing any little nook where a creeper could hide. Nothing out of place.
He let out a shaky exhale, closing his eyes a second while Diana couldn’t see him – shoving down a broken, relieved sob to deal with later. “It’s okay, Di,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “Coast’s clear.”
Adam shut the closet door. When he turned around Diana, looking both relieved and more exhausted than ever, had collapsed in a heap on the end of her bed. “Hey,” he stepped up close, thought about hugging her. He was still kind of pathetically lost about what the hell he even was to her; what was expected of him, what the boundaries were. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”
She sniffled and buried her face in her jungle-print bedcovers. He didn’t hug her but he sat next to her, dropping the bat to the floor and reaching out to tentatively pet her mane of soft, mousy-brown curls. Not as blonde as either of her parents. He wondered if she’d lighten up to match with time – or was it only ever the other way round?
Eventually she stopped sniffling, sat up and hugged her knees. She’d grown a lot over the last few months; she’d catch up to Adam in height within a couple years, he was pretty sure of it – her dad was tall enough. She was hovering on the cusp of her teen years, skinny-limbed and knock-kneed. Teetering right on the edge of that super fun phase kids go through where they’re embarrassed to be alive. He could feel her pulling back, retreating into her shell.
“Hey, it’s okay. I still get freaked out, too,” he said. He nudged the baseball bat with his toe. “Exhibit A.”
She giggled a little. It was sort of wet and broken sounding, but he’d take it.
“Think you can sleep, now?” he asked.
After a little hesitation, she shook her head.
“Why not?”
“It’s stupid,” she muttered, hair hiding her face as she ducked it down. “I’m stupid.”
He should probably tell her she definitely wasn’t stupid and neither was being scared, but, well. He didn’t think he’d believe that in her shoes. Instead he just shrugged. “Hey. So am I.” He swayed a little, bumping her with his shoulder. “C’mon. Spill.”
She glanced at him shyly through the curtain of her hair, mouth hidden behind her knees. Darker eyes than both her folks, too, big and brown. Kinda like Adam’s. “Sometimes I just…” her fingers twined in front of her legs, picking at her chipped glitter nail polish. “I just… think he’s still there. Even when I check.” Her toes squirmed in the sheets. “It’s like he never goes away.”
Adam chewed his lip, folded his legs up on the bed. “Yeah,” he said. “I get it.”
None of it ever really went away, did it? All the shit they went through. Sure, some good came out of it – he’d never have gotten to know Lawrence if it weren’t for Jigsaw, and he was quickly forgetting how the hell he lived without him. Not that he needed him (except he totally did) he just… wanted him. He wanted his stupid dad cardigans and his bitchy little expressions when Adam was being an asshole on purpose. Adam still didn’t know exactly where he fit here, but he wanted to fit. Living was still kind of a bitter pill to swallow sometimes, but it went down easier knowing he could slot himself into Lawrence’s life like a piece of weird, scuffed-up furniture.
But for all the good it had done him, it had also done him a world of bad. From the nerve damage in his arm to the ghosts in his brain, he was fucked up in a whole mess of new and exciting ways. They all were. Even Alison, although she was the best at hiding it. He guessed at least she’d won, in the end, had her final girl moment, saved her kid. But Adam had sat on the couch beside her after stilted ‘family’ dinners, while Lawrence was out of the room making sure Diana was settled for the night. He’d seen her after a couple glasses of wine, finally out of the eyeshot of her daughter; seen the mask crack. How hard she had to work to keep herself together.
No. None of them got off lightly. They all had monsters in the closet that wouldn’t go away.
But Jesus, Diana? She was still just a kid. She shouldn’t have to be all shitty and broken like the rest of them. Adam had been a shitty and broken kid, too, and it fucking sucked. And now he was just, what, supposed to be the adult this poor kid ran to when she was scared of monsters in the dark? As if he wasn’t just a kid barely keeping it together himself? Where the hell was the sense in that? Where was the justice? But for some reason, she trusted him. Her and Lawrence both.
So what kind of choice did he have?
He sighed, and stood up. “C’mon,” he said, picking up his bat. “New plan.”
*
It was well after one in the morning when Lawrence got home, slipping into the apartment as quietly as possible. He didn’t want to wake Diana, not when it was a school day tomorrow. He hated being called in on the weekends, especially the ones when Diana came to stay. It was a waste of his already limited time with his daughter. He did everything he could to avoid it, but sometimes there was nothing to be done.
Lawrence limped wearily through the apartment, bypassing the kitchen entirely even though his stomach was growling. His leg was chafed and sore in his prosthetic, his arm ached from the weight he’d been transferring to his cane all night. It was always worse on the night shifts, especially in cold weather. Everything hurt and he was exhausted, and the only thing he wanted more than to collapse into bed and curl up in Adam’s arms was to see his little girl; but he wouldn’t risk disturbing her. She was sleeping badly enough as it was.
Still, he glanced wistfully towards her door; and felt a flash of worry when he saw it flung wide open. She hated sleeping with the door open. He almost forgot about his pain and ran, when a soft voice called out from his bedroom.
“In here.”
Lawrence peeked round the door, and the knot in his chest loosened.
Adam was there, fully clothed on top of the covers, lounging on his back on the left side of the bed – his side. In the middle of it, curled up under the covers and into Adam’s side, was Diana, fast asleep. Adam’s arm was draped loosely round her shoulders, his hand stroking her hair. His leg was jittering lightly in that way it did when he’d been forced to sit still too long.
Lawrence softened at the sight, some of the tension of the day draining out of him. He stumbled as quietly into the room as he could, keeping his voice to a low murmur. “Couldn’t sleep again?”
Adam nodded. “Bad man. Think when you find your new place you should get her a room without the built-in closet. Freaks her out.”
He agreed entirely – with everything except the ‘your new place’ phrasing. Adam still didn’t seem to have internalised that the plan was to move in together, this time. But that was a conversation for another time, so Lawrence just nodded and lowered himself, carefully, to the edge of the bed. He couldn’t quite contain his soft groan of relief when he finally took the weight off his leg.
“Rough night?” Adam teased.
“Long night,” said Lawrence, wincing as he rolled up his pant leg and set to work removing his prosthetic. “Think tomorrow’s gonna be a chair day. Need to book in to see my physio…”
“Would you be mad if I put bumper stickers on your wheelchair?”
“Are you asking because you’re planning to do that, or because you’ve already done it?”
Adam’s silence spoke volumes. Lawrence rolled his eyes. “Depends on the bumper stickers.”
“Eh. You’ll see.”
“Reassuring.” Lawrence set the prosthetic aside and groaned as he massaged his stump, digging his thumbs into the aching muscle.
“You gotta quit making noises like that while the kid’s in the room,” said Adam. “It’s unfair when I’m not even allowed to jump your bones.”
Lawrence laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
He ought to grab his crutch and stagger to the bathroom, get changed, brush his teeth. But he could honestly say at that moment that he’d like to never move again. So for the time being he stripped down as far as his undershirt and lay back, rolling on his side to face Adam and Diana. From here she was just a shock of hair and a pile of blankets. He reached out to gently replace Adam’s hand with his own, stroking her soft curls, reassuring himself with the sound of her slow, even breaths.
“She’s a little spooked,” said Adam. “But she’s okay.”
Lawrence looked at him over Diana’s head. Adam looked stretched thin, sallow. “Are you?”
Adam laughed, quiet and caustic. “Am I ever?”
Lawrence still… wasn’t great at this. Any of it. Stumbling head-first into his relationship with Adam off the heels of a failed marriage and a traumatic event meant a lot of learning on the job. He knew it wasn’t easy for Adam, either. Knew that he struggled with the lines they couldn’t cross yet, with the discretion. It must have been hard to get used to the idea of this being his home, of Lawrence being his home, when they had to be so careful about who knew what they were to each other. When letting the world know would invite complications into divorce and custody and house-buying proceedings.
It helped, though, that Adam was Adam. That they already knew all about each others worst qualities, their failures. That whatever they went through together, they could both honestly say that they’d been through worse and survived.
He reached over Diana to wrap his hand around Adam’s, feeling it twitch in that unpredictable way it often did since his recovery. Waited for Adam to look at him, meet his gaze. “Thank you for looking after her,” he said, squeezing his hand. It wasn’t easy, having feelings. Expressing them was even harder. But he was determined to try this time. He wouldn’t shut Adam out the way he had Alison. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Adam looked like a deer in the headlights. “Uh.”
“You don’t believe me?”
Adam shrugged helplessly.
Lawrence pulled his hand in close, brushed a kiss across his knuckles. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Adam closed his eyes. Exhaled. Nodded. “Okay.” He twined their fingers loosely. “Whatever you say.”
Lawrence wasn’t sure what it would take to erase the last of the doubt from his mind. But they'd survived, and they were moving on; and he had all the time in the world to figure it out.
*
Diana only caught flashes of their conversation, drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep. But they were speaking softly, lovingly. Nothing like the way Mom and Dad used to talk to each other when they thought she couldn't hear. It was nice, even if it was kinda gross. Easy to sleep to.
At some point Dad climbed under the covers. He must've convinced Adam to do the same, because he disappeared for a minute but came back closer, warmer. Diana snuggled back into his side, too sleepy to be embarrassed. Too warm with Adam at her front and Dad at her back, his arm over both of them. Adam fidgeted a lot, but Diana didn't really care. She was so tired, she could’ve slept with him jumping on the bed.
She liked Adam. Liked that he didn't lie to her. Liked that he was as scared as she was, and he was bad at hiding it and sometimes he didn’t even try to. She liked being around him; and she liked the way Dad was around him, too.
Diana didn’t know where Adam had come from, where he’d been before he showed up, but she liked having him here. Sometimes it was hard to remember he hadn’t always been here. He fit here, with Dad, in this half of the life she’d had split down the middle. Rounded it out and made it feel whole.
She burrowed into Adam’s soft t-shirt, the sound of his heart in her ears, the sound of Dad’s breathing at her back. The shadows shrank back from her safe, cosy hollow; and she slept.
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Hi! I love your work and was wondering what you thought of platonic/romanitc yandere batfamily with a reader who's like five hargreeves???
My first request! Although I have not watched Umbrella Academy I’ll try my best to fulfill your wishes Anon (via research and several clips of this man-child). Advanced apologies for any inconsistencies.
Honestly seeing all these clips makes me want to watch the show itself so I’ll be doing that after posting this fic.
TW/CW: Yandere themes of violence, creepiness, overprotectiveness, manipulation. Uh mention of Tim and Damian creaming in their suits-
current status: unedited
PLATONIC TIMELINE
In this version of events there is no Reginald Hargreeves and siblings (thus no Umbrella Academy as a whole) instead you were plucked from your biological mother by Bruce himself and adopted as a Wayne.
You were the youngest sibling, often called “Five” as a nickname.
Having dangerous abilities such as well- the power to manipulate space and time. Bruce was incredibly strict with his training and rules, but he knew not to push you too far. He has learnt from his experiences with your brothers.
Because of that you grew up pretty egotistical, sassy and cynical — not to mention pretty spoiled.
You’d often dangle your powers over Damian, who had become your rival throughout the years.
He, in turn, would slap you back with the fact that you’re adopted.
And boy did it take a lot of convincing from your father to not go back in time and smother the damn demon-spawn with a pillow when he was still a baby.
Otherwise your relationship with them is very much a typical sibling’s one. With the exception of their overprotectiveness that is real bad (You were surprised to see Damian in the mix as well. Was your brother a masochist of some sort?) and due to your powers and everyone’s overall occupations, a lot more violent.
They will try to sabotage any and all relationships you have whether it’s romantic or platonic.
But, jokes on them, you can just go back in time and stop anything bad from happening.
Really, you can’t help but laugh at their shenanigans.
Like whenever you see Dick disguised as a waiter trying to drug your date but it somehow ends up with him on the floor frothing at the mouth.
Or during this one time Jason tried shooting a friend of yours but found himself with a bullet up his ass instead. That is if you were feeling a little more sadistic than usual, you mostly switch his guns out for staplers.
You made sure to help him patch up though. As much as they were cockblockers, they were still family.
In conclusion, as much as the Batfam are capable superheroes/vigilantes I’m pretty sure they can’t really beat a trained space-time manipulator.
Bruce created a monster and he ain’t stopping it himself anytime soon.
“[Y/N] Wayne. You have to stop throwing your older brother around.” Bruce scolds you for the nth time this week. Though you knew better than any one else within the mansion you were in that is far as he’ll go with his actions.
“If this is about Tim— he was looking through my search history again, and my gallery, and not to mention every damn file I have on my computer—“
“Look, I was just checking up on you—“ Tim’s voice comes from the intercomms. Only to be cut off by a gasp.
From your brief blink in-and-out of existence, Bruce just knows it’s you slamming the poor boy’s face on a keyboard or something.
“[Y/N]!”
“I wonder if it’s too late to get unadopted.”
ROMANTIC TIMELINE
“Where’d you go?”
“The future. It’s shit by the way.”
You, much like the original Five Hargreeves, are a 50 something year-old person stuck in a young adult’s body as a result of fucking up the space time continuum too much.
You have the same origins as well, being born from a butcher who had shown no signs of pregnancy and being adopted by Reginald Hargreeves.
Let’s say you and your siblings were well known but after you disappeared, they all mysteriously died if not vanish like you as well.
You had close ties with the Teen Titans and were planning to join them after you’d master your powers of time manipulation. However that unfortunately didn’t happen.
In any case, you meet up with one of the only heroes you knew years ago and that happened to be Batman and his sidekick, Robin.
Except… it seemed that Batman was way older and Robin had already been replaced three times. The Robin you were friends now calls him Nightwing.
You bring news of the apocalypse and ask them to aid you in searching for your siblings.
Unbeknownst to you, Dick had been searching for you all over since your disappearance. It had partly been the reason why he chose to become his own independent hero so he already had a lead on where to look.
You meet the rest of the Batfam, who grow to enjoy your sassy, witty personality.
To Bruce, you were like a reminder of things before the trauma he’s had to face with his sons. In addition to that, you were roughly the same age mentally so having another “grown up” with him, albeit one that’s more chaotic, was definitely helpful.
To Jason, you were exciting. He’s seen people with powers before but none that seemed so elegant yet ruthless. You were mesmerizing in battle but your softer sides where you’d remind him of the life he has ahead of him and to take care, was even more captivating.
To Damian and Tim, you took a more obvious parental approach. Which was odd coming from someone close to their age in appearance. Unlike Jason who enjoys more of your soft side they enjoy the side of you that’s uncaring of those in your way.
And when they see you covered in blood after a heated fight? Absolutely gorgeous.
(They may or may not be creaming in their suits)
Now in the case of dear old Dickey, who has been helping you out investigating your disappearance. You two grew a lot closer. Even more so than before.
To him you were gone for almost 2 decades and to you it was twice that time. Still time didn’t stop you two from reconnecting quickly.
He takes the first step in asking you out. His brothers and father aren’t exactly discreet when it comes to their feelings so he (very reluctantly) lets them have a piece of you by moving back to Gotham for good.
In this timeline, Dolores (the mannequin) exists cause yes. So they don’t really have any real competition to fight with.
They are some times where Damian, Jason, and Dick want to destroy the thing for being so precious to you though.
In any case, like I said in the Platonic timeline. Not many things can go against Time/Space manipulation so if they want to take away your abilities or overpower it’s going to be a hard task to go through.
They much rather manipulate and/or coax you to not use it against their desires.
In time, you’ll be the perfect darling and partner in heroism for the batfam 💜
Hope you liked this Anon and thank you for requesting!
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talkbycolor · 4 months
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let me hold your hand forever.
A/N; i almost threw up writing this because its not the usual "omg i love this cute yandere boy, so silly!" shit i do
Pairing; "Rendacted" x GN!reader
CW; Ren/[REDACTED] having unhealthy, obsessive and possesive behavior, wow, who would have told / TW; mutilations, romanticizing mutilation by Ren side but MC is really terrified / this is an AU where MC rejected Ren's advances and he lost his infinite patience / character with extremely questionable ethics / wow another nsfw in this blog? / you’re lucky this isn’t visual / i know in canon Rendacted would never hurt MC BUT HEY god gave me the ability to write and im making that everyone else's problem / surreal strength for the sake of the plot, IMPORTANT POINT
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It was quite comfortable, having a friend like Ren could even be strange, he looked like cotton candy and it was very nice to spend time together. But then again, you were just friends, it was a little strange that he mentioned being in a relationship with you.
But things have taken a bit of a drastic turn, Ren has spent his days trying to hang out with you, having lunch together, spending nights watching anime and horror movies, that would be nice if it didn't feel so overwhelming.
So it's time to confront him.
"Ren, hey, I know you like me a lot but we can't go out every day, I'm not always up for that so… I'll let you know when we can go out, okay?"
And there was only silence from the pink-haired boy, he seemed to be trying to smile unsuccessfully, just looking at you.
"Of course, angel, don't forget to call me!" He spoke nervously trying to hold back the storm in his throat.
Just when you were about to leave a hand grabbed your forearm, Ren was still looking at you with a smile, a sad smile.
"You're going to call me, right?" He asks, his eyes widening in desperation, Ren didn't want to lose you, he couldn't stand it, not again, what if you're thinking about slowly walking away?
"Sure, later" was the only thing you mentioned before pulling your arm to leave, it's not like you had an avoidant attachment pfff!
The days passed and life could be considered calm, you went out with your friends, you greeted your strange neighbor who loved to walk to her floors, work was not unpleasant and you even bought yourself a small dessert for dinner tonight.
You and Moth talked late into the night about the new episodes and since Haruko was so adorable, life felt peaceful once again. It's not that Ren was a problem, he was attractive and if you had enough self-esteem you would think you had a chance with him but…
I suppose not.
Speaking of Ren, what is he doing now? Visiting him would be a good idea, it's been days since they last spoke.
Once morning arrived you headed towards his large apartment and knocked on the door, not long after it was opened by Ren, who looked just like an abandoned puppy, you could almost see his eyes shine and his breath was lost just by seeing you in front of him. him.
"Angel, you're here! oh god, I-I'm so sorry for the mess, I didn't expect you to come… to my apartment…" It sounded a little strange, but it was just Ren being shy.
"Yeah uh… I'm sorry, are you busy? I can go, yes, maybe I should have let you know I was coming."
"No! NO! it's okay, you just surprised me, do you want a drink? I have your fav-… many options! I have many drink options" He corrected himself immediately with a smile, his face was almost the color of his hair and I was dying to say that I miss you so much.
"Or we can go out, do you want to visit the new cafe? Maybe we can-…"
“No” You interrupted, it sounded a little rude so you cleared your throat. "Now I'm not sure, I was just passing by to say hello, plus I don't have money to buy something…"
"I can buy it for you," he said almost immediately, his eyes fixed on you, almost sweating from having you close.
"That's very generous, Ren, but…"
"Please! It's your day off, right? We could go out and…"
"Ren, I'm not-…"
"Please, angel!" He begged, his hand had climbed to your arm and you didn't even notice, he was now gently squeezing your shoulder, wanting closeness, wanting to date, wanting you and you kept pushing him away.
The atmosphere was a little awkward now, you didn't know whether to be flattered that he thought you were interesting enough for Ren to want to spend time with you or scared by how desperate he looked about it.
"No thanks, I think I better go back to my apartment" You mentioned as you pushed his hand from your arm, you didn't even have time to turn to the door when Ren grabbed your arm tightly, a painful grip.
"Ren?"
"Can we be together, please? I-I'll make you feel special, I want you to be okay and I want you to…" his expression seemed so… surprised, to see you, embarrassed to act like that? scared of being abandoned? overstimulated? "all I want is to be with you!"
He almost roared out, his grip on your arm becoming more and more painful, he was pulling you away from the exit door.
"Ren, that hurts! REN! REN!"
"JUST LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND FOREVER!" He begged between screams, only a beeping sound existed in his head as he watched you fall to the ground in a pool of blood.
Now you were on the ground, screaming and crying out loud, it was agony, Ren had hurt you.
For fuck's sake, not only did he hurt you, he tore your fucking arm off and now you were writhing in your blood as you slowly lost consciousness.
Wake up.
Your body was still shaking, you were still terrified, and you had to escape, where was your arm? As soon as you woke up you found a sweaty Ren who was looking at you with a desperate and nervous smile.
It was a deranged look, almost immediately you started crying out of panic, your arm was gone, your arm, he tore it off, you were hyperventilating as you watched his left arm missing.
"REN! REN!!" You were sobbing in despair, the pool of blood was still on the floor, how long were you unconscious? not much because apparently Ren had tried to stop the bleeding and close the wound, seeing bandages full of blood made you vomit immediately, but that didn't stop you from crying in agony.
"Angel, please! s-stop crying, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me! FORGIVE ME, I DIDN'T WANT TO! IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION!" He begged you as he sobbed himself, he had hurt you and that was something he never thought of doing, that he never wanted to do. "l-look, now we are equal, can you forgive me?"
What did he say ..?
Your throat had closed and the screams stopped, that guy was fucking deranged.
He ripped his left arm off of him.
For you.
He came up to hug you, wanting to be comforting, to make you feel accompanied in this, to give you love in such a dark time.
No no no no.
"NO! NO! NOOO! PLEASE, NO!" You screamed in panic as the tears came out, that couldn't be happening, disgust and terror filled your poor mind as you were caressed with so much love, Ren was going to take care of you and promised to never hurt you again.
"We'll be fine angel, just trust me, I'll take care of you." He spoke so lovingly, smiling as he held you, genuinely happy to be so close, to be able to touch you. "Now we match, right?"
He was joking at a moment like that, as if it were nothing, the sobs no longer came out, you could barely breathe while the tears didn't stop and he lulled you into your chest with the help of his only arm.
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aaaaafro · 1 year
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You're not wearing that to sleep. - LE SSERAFIM - Yunjin x M! Reader. (+18)
tw: mommy kink, choking, light degradation, first seggs?
Pt 2 here
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"Why not?!" You really didn't want to start an argument with your girlfriend but here you are.
"B-because..." And it seems that your mind is trying to tell you not to continue.
"Because? Because what?!" There goes her voice raising.
"Uhm... It's impractical and... It looks uncomfortable." A scowl look from her sends you warnings as your window of opportunity is slowly closing.
"You're not being serious with me right now jen."
A scoff or almost an empty cough was the last straw, as she stood up from the bed getting ready to leave.
"Jen wait." A desperate plea from you stops her movements as you reached your hand out to hers.
She reluctantly took it and you pulled her towards the bed, although the night was still young you two are supposedly too exhausted from your date to have this argument right now.
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"Give me a good reason as to why can't I wear this gorgeous outfit in my sleep?"
"If you can't, I'd gladly rent another room to sleep in, on my own without someone telling me about what I can wear to my comfort?"
Come on dumbass think! There must be something that you can conjure up. You can see in her eyes her anger slowly building with every second you took.
"Because..."
"Y-you..."
"W-won't...–need it." Seriously? Your horny ass thinks out of all the times you'd like to propose an advancement to a home run, right now?
Yes, going second and third base with Yunjin was something but it's Huh Yunjin we are talking about. You mentally smack yourself, while she steers her look away from you.
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"Jen?" You called seeing how silent she became.
Without another word she quickly stood up and turned away from you. Scared that you'd be left alone for the rest of the night you got up but immediately was sat down to the chair right in front of your bed by Yunjin's push.
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"Stop calling me Jen." She says in a tone that's in the middle of shaky yet confident.
"But–..." You're about to reason that ever since the two of you dated you always stick to nickname basis and none of those corny-ass endearments.
It's a bit much but considering the two of you are just a freshly made couple you understood. What you didn't understand is when Yunjin lets her black dress drop all of a sudden.
"J-jen?" You called as she finally turns towards you with both her hands working on the buttons of her shirt.
First button.
"Is that the best reason you can come up with?" She asked.
Second button.
"You're really gonna keep calling me jen?"
Third button to which completely exposes her glorious, flawlessly sharp shoulders and collarbone was enough for you to sit there and let your brain get fried with the overwhelming sight.
"Uh–.” You tried talking but got cut off when Yunjin suddenly pounced on you.
"Ssshhh, say it again." She whispers as her face closes onto yours her hot breath brushing against your skin.
"S-say w-what?"
"The thing you said earlier and the reason you gave." With Yunjin's hands snaking up your chest and to your neck gave you little to no choice but to oblige.
"You're not wearing that to sleep." You did your best to make it sound normal but with a million things happening in your mind you honestly didn't know how it sounded.
Though a smirk from Yunjin reassured you that you're doing great.
"And why is that?" She asked cheekily.
"Because y-you wont nee–... mhmmhp–.” Her lips sealed yours as her arms have completely snaked around your neck helping her to pull you in even more.
You can feel her tongue probing in, obviously you'd let her in but of course who are you not to return the favor? The two of you engage in a tongue battle, trying to see who'd be more insatiated with one another.
Now, this isn't the first time the two of you have kissed but it sure is the first time to which it might lead to a home run. For most of the time it just leads to second or third base because you two would do it in Yunjin's dorm in which for obvious reason is not the ideal place to do it since her group mates are always present.
So now given the opportunity of a lifetime to which you've found yourself on a solo date with Yunjin you could only pray that this'll lead to something more.
"Mhmphh." Yunjin moans into the kiss as she finally felt your hands aimlessly fly on her body landing on her sweet peaches.
A quick squeeze earns you a yelp that made Yunjin's lips regretfully detached from yours though it also did reward with another smirk from your girl before she pulls you up to the bed.
There's no fight in your system as Yunjin just threw your almost ragdoll body on the bed before following it and straddling you.
Without further ado she starts peppering you with kisses, on your face to your neck to where she paused realizing there's too much cloth obstructing her goals.
Like a skilled hunter, she took your shirt off as if she's skinning her prey. "Isn't this your first time?" You asked wondering where all of this is coming from.
"You think you're the only one who's been wanting this?" She replied before ferociously lapping you up.
As much as you wanted to retaliate she's holding you down, with your hands over your head and your hips locked by her soft thighs.
Surprisingly enough she actually stopped, admiring her work on your top half, you took a peek downward and lord are you not covered with red markings, you honestly didn't know if it was from her lipstick or just pure hickeys but you actually didn't care.
Nevermind, you actually care special once she starts standing up, towering over you, her toned legs are the stars of the show as they are in full view along with her dark boots that she not surprisingly didn't take off.
Questioning Yunjin's thinking on why she left the boots on was immediately excised, when she used it to step on your chest.
It's degrading, uncomfortable, demeaning and yet you're just accepting it because it's giving you a better look at your girlfriend's tone legs.
"Say my name." She says while crossing her arms.
"J-je– argh!" The sudden pressure on your chest made you rethink your life choices specially on what to call Yunjin in bed.
"That's mommy for you." She demanded as her foot finally leaves your upperhalf.
"M-mommy?" She smirks at you before reaching for the hem of her shorts and oh boy are you in for a treat.
You've got yourself questioning how much hotter can she be with her exposed shoulder with a tube bra that hugs her orbs perfect and yet she's upping the ante when she slowly pulls down her safety shorts, giving you a feeling like you've won the lottery when you see her shaved core glistening with her love liquid.
You're currently salivating at the sight specially when Yunjin steps forward and lines it up to your face. There's an overwhelmingly sense that your carnal desires will not hold for long seeing that merely inches away from your face is your girlfriend's moist core and yet you're too scared to try and move as she just looks down at you both literally and figuratively, a look that solidified she's in control and the moment you try and defy her she can crush your dreams.
"What does my baby boy want?" She asked with her most sultry voice.
"I-i want you to s-sit on my face." You answered but Yunjin's eyebrows furrowed.
"It's seems like you're missing some manners." She replied before placing her boot on your throat.
"Try again." The conviction in her tone sends shivers down your spine.
The pressure on your neck lightens allowing you to finally breathe.
"I-i want mommy to sit on my face..." One of her eyebrows rises telling you that you're missing something.
"P-please?" Finally a smile forms across Yunjin's lips and god if she isn't the most attractive woman alive.
She then lowers herself onto you, with so much anticipation you couldn't help but brace yourself and inhale so much air but not even a tiny lick, Yunjin stops midway with her knees sandwiching your head.
"Look at you, so pathetic." Yunjin's insulting voice hits you like a knife through the chest pair with her eyes that shows nothing but contempt.
"Are you that hungry for mommy?" Her tone is coming at you with such loathing.
It's supposed to hurt and yet here you are getting a hard-on which isn't difficult considering her wet flower is still inches away from your face.
You just gave her your best pleading face to which she responded with a scoff before lowering her pelvis to your neck. Obviously, you'd like to get choked by her core but you'd much appreciate it more if it was through the mouth asphyxiation, but oh god does her wet snatch on your throat feels so damn good.
"You're not even struggling baby." She victoriously chuckles as she grinds her core on your neck. This vicious attack along with soft caress on your cheek gave you the most confused hard-on of your life and yet you're not upset about it.
"You like this don't you? You fucking pervert." A slap sent your head sideways with a stinging cheek before Yunjin rose up from your neck that is now covered by her juice.
You move your hand up to try and collect it and maybe taste it but it was swatted away before it could even reach your neck.
Yunjin then slowly slithers her way downwards levelling with you as her core now rests on top of your still clothed raging boner and despite the frustrating barrier you're still able to feel how floodlingly wet Yunjin is.
As if a light bulb lit up in Yunjin's brain, with a bright smile before a suggestive lip bite causes your senses to worry however when she stood up from straddling you and reached for something on the floor that you've gotten more anxious.
That anxiety was quickly washed away when you saw that it was just her dress that she retrieved from the ground but what Yunjin did next was something you'd never expect with her shirt still unbottoned and still exposing a significant amount of her godly flawless skin she one up herself even more by removing her tube bra exposing her beautiful orbs right in front of you. However a click of her tongue dissipates your smile as she then took the dress and wore it again despite her orbs barely being covered.
Just as she was finished dressing up she then did the contrary to you by pulling your pants down along with your boxers in one quick motion. Your manhood springs up proudly as Yunjin's eyes widens, she then licks her lips in a hungry fashion before palming the base of your rod feeling the hardness and girth before engulfing with her hands.
You're now waiting for her to slip into her 'mommy' role and dominate you but none of those things happened, instead she took your length into her mouth like there's no tomorrow, lapping it all up, her hands jacking it off, even spitting on it occasionally.
What took you by surprise the most is when your tip hits the back of her throat causing Yunjin to gag but after a couple more of those she's gotten used to it and just took your manhood like a famished animal meanwhile you just laid there trying not to go feral from the pleasure.
With a pop she releases your cock from her mouth leaving a healthy trail of spit that hangs on her chin, if you thought you've seen everything already, oh lordy the way she casually wiped it paired with her piercing eyes locked onto yours causes your member to twitch in her hand.
Yunjin then snakes her way up towards you as she lines your length to her core. Painstakingly slow, she rubs your member on her entrance to unnecessarily lube it up but who are you to complain specially when her hot core is slowly sandwiching your rock hard member.
As much as you'd like to witness the initial penetration you regretfully had to close your eyes as your weak self couldn't handle how tight she is but it seems like you're not the only one currently drowning in pleasure, as your girlfriend's airy moan echoes through the wall and perhaps may have alerted the neighboring rooms of the lustful act the two of you are currently partaking in but to hell with them, you're all in on this and it seems like Yunjin isn't going anywhere as well.
"Fuck! You're so fucking tight." You exclaimed.
"Argh!" You groan but it wasn't for her walls choking you it's from a slap courtesy of Yunjin.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" And that's when you realize that she's still in her role.
"Sorry, mommy, you're so tight." With that reply she finally smiled before bouncing on your length.
To say it was erotic would be an understatement, it's her face, the way her hips rise and fall, they way your member disappears inside her, her long airy gasps, her long dark nails clawing your chest, her golden strands scattered around, and the sloppy moist slaps of your skins.
You can easily climax at any given moment but you wanted it to last, just a few more minutes, seconds or if possible an eternity. Yunjin bites her lip to try and suppress her moans and boy the sight of her pupils crossing the outright expression of her face bringing you closer and closer to your limit.
"Mommy." You called afraid to cut her off of her high.
"C-can I be on top?" Yunjin's movements stop you prepared yourself for a slap or even a bit of choking perhaps but none of that happened.
Instead she detaches herself from you with an enthusiastic smile across her face. She takes the empty space right next to you, facing down with her legs hanging off of the bed displaying her plump behind. You couldn't get up any faster and stood right behind Yunjin with her peach display right in front of you with a hint of redness from her rodeo earlier.
Your hand sneakily made it's way to her slim hips as you aligned your length to her entrance and you're an idiot if you think she'll make it easy for you as she crosses her legs tightening her already tight yet moist hole.
"Do your worst baby boy." Her gutsy tone just gave you a boost of energy.
Slowly but surely pushing your way in her moan wails throughout the room and it was just pure ecstasy to see your member inch by inch disappear in her. Being drown in pleasure and her wetness you bit your lip to hold back a moan before pushing for the final inch and a gasp from Yunjin almost made you climax.
"You're sooo fucking big–Aahhh~!" Her sinful mouth echoes.
You started pumping slowly, gradually working your way to a steady pace and before you even know it you're in the zone with just Yunjin's moans, you focused on her pleasure alone, digging your fingers tighter and tighter on her hips carefully watching yourself and not hurt her, though it may seem completely useless since it's only pleasure that Yunjin's feeling at the moment.
"Say it baby." You manage to hear in the middle of her moaning orchestra.
"Say you love mommy." She continued before resuming her moans as you start to pick up your pace.
"I–ah... Love mommy–..." Even out of breath you manage to reply.
"Mhhmmm~." Yunjin's moans continued.
"I-... Love mommy's tight walls."
"U-huh." Her replies encouraging you to do better.
"I–shit... I love how wet mommy is." You catch a glimpse of her cheek forming up and this only suggests that you're doing a good job.
You then leaned down pressing your forehead on her nape causing you to penetrate her even deeper as she arched her back throwing her head upwards. Once her ear is closer, you run your tongue on her earlobe before whispering "I love you."
"I love you more." She broke her character for a second as she pushes her behind towards you even more, as your head presses forward.
Noticing that your face is right next to hers she placed a kiss on your cheek. "Baby, I gotta tell you something..." She whispers.
"Yes mommy?" You replied.
"I've came like 5 times already. I think it's your turn, pump that love into me."
You almost passed out due to her hot breath on your cheek but this isn't the time for that, you fixed your positions, pressing her body onto the bed more, as you just go jackhammer into her.
Her cry of pleasure resonates like never before but it wasn't relevant to you, as you only got one goal in mind and that is to fill her up with your seed.
She tries to muffle her moans by biting the bedsheet but you're not having any of it. You took a good amount of her hair before looping it and pulling her head back.
"Aaarrgghh you fuckin–..." She didn't even get a chance to finish her words as you started slamming more aggressively.
Feeling your climax closer and closer you finally let go of her hair and your hands return to her hips giving you a better control of her body.
"S-shit, mommy I'm close." You didn't even care to wait for a response as your balls tighten and with a final thrust you stayed in deep as deep as you could before your seed floods her insides your knees almost gave out from too much pleasure letting all of your love pour into Yunjin's, meanwhile she gasped holding tightly on the ruffled sheets.
The two of you crawled your way up the bed into a spooning position, with her being the little spoon as she pulls up the blanket covering the evidence of a sinful act before everything went dark.
Next thing you know a small light radiating from the corner of your eye stirs you awake, having to feel your Yunjin's frame in your arms, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and a smile but before you can even enjoy a good cuddle your feet clash with something rubbery.
Pulling the blanket off, you're surprised yet in defeat seeing how Yunjin actually slept with her clothes on, your chuckle wakes her up as she turns to face you with a cute bright smile.
"Looks like you're wrong." She gave you that mocking yet teasing tongue.
"Seriously?" You replied playfully before she gave you a proud smirk.
You could only shake your head in response before returning back to cuddle with her for the rest of the morning.
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arlestial · 6 months
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Hi! :D do you think you could do a fluff akira x reader or a soma x reader? either is fine and the plots up to you! ☺️
❝a little taste of heaven❞
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synopsis : They had no clue they’d concentrate on something else than cooking by joining Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, but here you are..
pairing : Akira Hayama, Soma Yukihira x genderneutral!reader •— Food Wars
tw : None, simple fluff
word count : 2980~ words
author-note : The fact that I haven’t received any notification for this request.. and many others. I’m so, so sorry. I have like 8 requests in my ask box that I’ve never been aware of ? Thank you Tumblr 💀 I did both, in a sort of pitiful excuse 😭 Thank you for requesting, I hope you’re doing okay 💗 (first time writing for Food Wars I’m so excited !! Not proofread tho, sorry for the mistakes in advance !!) take care of yourself ♡
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AKIRA HOYOMA has always been faithful to cooking. To Jun’s orders and advices. To people’s boundaries. He never crossed a line, always being focused. One day, as usual, he went into Erina’s office. His brows completly furrowed when he saw your form, fingertips grazing against the spines of the library old books. Who were you ? You weren't supposed to be here. Didn’t Hisako tell you that this office was private ? He opened his mouth to question you, but you turned to face him before he could even form words. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth - and the sweet, polite smile adorning your face was nearly making him feel dizzy. Uneasy. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, so you broke the silence with a fake cough.
“Nice to meet you, uh..”, you said, in a weak attempt to get him to introduce himself. His piercing gaze was enough of an answer, and you gulped. “I’m looking for Erina, perhaps you’ve seen her ?”
“No.”
“Oh. Okay”. You’re immediately confronted by a loud and weird silence again. He seemed.. rather friendly - ironically, of course. After some minutes, Erina walked into the office, raising two suspicious eyebrows at the, well, kind of cringe atmosphere of the room.
“Akira, what did you do to my guest ? Y/N, I’m sorry, did he make you uncomfortable by any chance ?”, she asked, walking towards your form.
“No, don’t worry. He’s nice,” you lied, teeth clenched together. You flashed her a bright smile, that Erina reciprocated fondly; she glared at Akira, fully aware of his cold demeanor, especially to strangers. His intimidating tendencies were definitely not working right now, especially not on Erina.
“I have some things to discuss with Y/N, Akira. Can you leave us alone for a moment ?”
“Yeah, right. Sorry.”
AKIRA HOYOMA quickly left the office, feeling a bit nauseous - he didn’t know why, but he had a weird feeling in his stomach, and he felt like his head was burning. He wandered in the corridors until he crossed Soma’s path. He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched his white-haired rival with amusement.
“Wow, Akira. Are you sick ? You’ve never been this red.”
Akira tsk-ed, hurrying to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, completely taken-aback. He was, indeed, a bit red. Cheeks flushed, the tip of his ears were blazing, his breathe hitched at his own view; what was happening ? He was sure he was okay this morning. Perhaps it was you. He scoffed at the thought, washing his face with cold and refreshing water before leaving the bathroom. He never saw you before. Were you from here ? He found himself looking for you in the corridors all day, sighing at the end of the day when he realized he haven’t seen you. He was still embarrassed of the awkward silence that filled the room earlier - and he blamed himself for it. He should’ve been more welcoming.
AKIRA HOYOMA, 5 or 6 days after the incident, noticed strands of hair walking past him; they were looking similar to yours, so he turned around. You were walking alongside Hisako, laughing at one of her comments. Hisako looked at Akira and waved.
“Oh, hey ! I was searching for you. Erina needs my help, could you show Y/N the different classrooms in the other building ? I’m coming back as fast as I can !”
She didn’t let him answer as she walked away already. You sighed. It could’ve been anybody, but no, it was this guy. It wasn’t like you hated him - he was just straight-off rude.
“If you don’t want to, I don’t blame you. I can-”
“Come on, we don’t have all day.”, he added, cutting you off without even looking at you. You rolled your eyes, giving him a small smile, hoping it’ll help to ease the atmosphere. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.
The walk inside the cooking classes building was awfully quiet. Not a word was shared - except the little presentation he did of each room, his tone as cold as ice. You nearly shivered.
“Are you always this rude ?”, you asked with a sincere curiosity, "I mean. I’m not telling you to be the friendliest guy but..”
“I’m not rude.”
“You literally refused to give me your name earlier.”
“Akira Hoyoma. That’s all you need to know about me.”
And after this small interaction, Hisako came back. A small feeling of warm in his chest quickly regretted his lack of sympathy towards your person, and he felt like a douchebag for not even apologizing properly. He stopped in his tracks, opening his mouth to call you, but you were already gone with Hisako.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the “issue”. Time passed, and days after days, he grew more open to you. Not completely of course - but he was slowly accepting your presence in his group of "friends"; actually, enjoying a lot more your alone time together in class. He was secretly happy you two had been paired together. You tried to crack some jokes to make him laugh or at least, to make him smile, but it failed every single time. When you finally did it, a slight smile on his face and a “you’re the dumbest person I’ve ever seen in this school, I’m trying to concentrate, stop distracting me”, you beamed. He never saw a smile so radiant, so ethereal and yet so delicious to look at. A true bundle of sunshine at its finest. His cheeks heated up and he forthwithly focused on the plate you two were supposed to prepare. He would die to see this smile again - he wanted to be the reason you were smiling that way in the first place.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the situation. Time passed, and months after months, he grew more fond of you. So when he saw you eating one of Soma’s plates again, smiling at him with all your teeth and laughing at his antics - he was mad, as per say. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth; it felt like the first time he ever saw you. A fiery and fervent emotion bubbling in his chest as he made his way to you. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside the kitchen, closing the door to have some “privacy” (in a empty corridor of Tōtsuki High, though). You were completely unfazed by his behavior usually, since you were used to his (sometimes) weird demeanor for the several months you two spent together as friends, but right now, his silence grew quieter, and you were worried. And for this only one time, he broke the stillness.
“You’re a distraction. I meant it. I’m hoping everyday to see you, to feel you near me. Is it out-of-place to say that ? You brought me a warmth that I never experienced - and I don’t want to let that go. Don’t eat this idiot’s food, you know you deserve well better than that. Let me show you how you should be treated, Y/N. Please. Let me show you how I feel about you.”
AKIRA HOYOMA’s words couldn’t describe the high spirits that invaded his heart when he realized you were wearing your signature warm smile, just for him. You took the hand that was grabbing your wrist in yours, intertwining your fingers.
“Here. Maybe you’re not as rude as I thought you were.”
SOMA YUKIHIRA tried to give you hints. But you weren’t getting it. Teasing you all the time, small compliments here and there, spending quality time with you. Unfortunately, you were always running away from him, a small pout on his lips as he chased after you. It wasn’t because of his awful mixes; when you two were together, in a somewhat romantic moment, and he was ready to confess to you, there was, no matter what, a disturbance. Whatever actually, a teacher coming in the classroom, Ikumi or Megumi; and you immediately backed off. He couldn’t help but sigh, his efforts ruined, but could he really blame you ? His yellowish eyes drowned so easily into yours, so he just smiled and bit back his disappointment, glaring at the disturbance with a vague hatred, that was rather scary, to be honest.
“Don’t chop it that way, it takes too much time.”
“Then show me, sir,”, you answered with a slight smirk, knife in your hand.
“Anything for you, ma’am.”
His devilish grin was addictive, really; you loved the small moments spent together in the classroom kitchen, but insecurity was always catching up with you, pulling you into abysses you prayed you'd never see again. Your worries faded away when you felt him behind you, caging you between his toned body and the kitchen countertop. His hands slided on top of yours, gently gesturing you how to cut the vegetables in a “more efficient way”; truly, it was an excuse to touch you. A comfortable silence filled the room, the sound of sliced and chopped foodstuffs echoing on the sunbathed walls. He kept his teasing to himself, deciding to enjoy this small moment of shared intimacy; he felt his head heating up at your warm breath fanning on his neck. He stopped his movements, locking eyes with you. The world seemed like it stopped itself; he leaned downwards to kiss you, his hands still on yours, your head turned to face his-
Until someone snapped him out of it. Erina opened the doors of the kitchen brutally without even knocking - he cursed under his breath, blaming her for this ruined opportunity to finally show you what he truly felt.
“Look who’s there. Giving lessons to average students, now, Yukihira ? I didn’t think you were into charity-stuff.”, Erina smirked, not even shooting you a glance. You backed off from Soma, already fed-up by her condescending behavior.
“Erina.. what a pleasure. Always coming in due course,” Soma answered with a forced smile, anger running through his veins.
“I was searching for you, actually, Yukihira. Well, not me, but Takumi was. He wants to have a contest with you again, and I’ll be the judge.”
“Uh. Sure. Can Y/N come too ? I-”
“It’s a private contest.”, she immediately urged to add, “Between the three of us. Now, come on, I have other things to attend to.”
Erina walked off, and Soma followed her with a sigh, giving you an apologizing, awkward chuckle. You knew better, but you just smiled, murmuring a small “good luck”, as you saw him leave.
Her little crush on Soma was unbelievable; you wanted to tear the stupid grin plastered on her features so bad. Technically, yes, you were jealous. She was always shattering his plates with critics, giving prideful advices, even if he didn’t need it. And he was still cooking for her, working all the goddamn time to satisfy her “god’s tongue” and her insatiable appetite. For him, ironically. And Soma was terribly clueless; not noticing her taking a liking in this little game. Or maybe he was not ? Maybe you were a second choice - and Erina was first. She was always first. You weren’t the type to envy others, but right now.. you sat down next to the window frame, staring at her proximity with Soma from afar. It was eating you alive; the abyss you were so afraid of was most likely, a warm embrace in comparison of your sinking heart.
SOMA YUKIHIRA felt that something was off. You were ignoring him like a plague, switching seats and changing class pairings. He knew he fucked up, but what did he do exactly ? Oh right. You were jealous. Because last time, he left you alone to join Erina and Takumi in a contest that he obviously won. Now, he was facing the cold-shoulder treatment, and his teasing wasn’t helping anymore. Yet, he’d still try to talk to you, but you were walking past him without a word; your eyes filled with sorrow. Or you were faking a smile, trying to make up an excuse and leaving. He wanted to beat himself up; because he was the one who put you in that state in the first place. It was his mistake, and he knew it. But why were you feeling that way ? He tried to talk about it to Takumi - he was a gentleman after all, he’d definitely know.
“You did what ?”
“I mean- I didn’t know it’d be an issue. I always did that and they never said anything about it.”
“Soma, are you seriously this dumb ? You’re leaving them to hang out with the Nakiri Erina and you’re seriously thinking that they won’t be insecure ?”
“Why would they be ? They’re literally the most beautiful and caring person ever. There’s nothing to envy in Erina.. Plus, I’m not hanging out with her. She’s the one who’s coming at the worst times.”, he stated, genuinely dumbfounded by his friend’s words. It was the truth, though; she interrupted you two when Soma was nearly kissing you.
“Soma. Think about it just for a moment- you told me you liked them, yeah ? And when you’re with them, and Erina walks in, you leave to follow her. They must think they’re a second choice or something. Please, you can’t be this oblivious.”
And then, he realized. Realizing the hints he gave you were nothing compared to his acts. His face in his hands as his elbows rested on the countertop, what should he do now ? Apologizing, yeah, but it wasn’t enough. He longed for your touch, and craved for your pardon. The next day, he searched for you in the Polar Star Dormitory, everywhere. When he finally spotted you, he opened the door of your bedroom without even asking. You yelped in surprise.
“What the hell ? Soma-”
“You’re the only one I want to be with. The one I want to dedicate my cooking to. I thought I made it clear. I’m sorry for my behavior. Erina is nothing for me, and she’s not even coming close to your ankle- look, I fucked up, I know. But I promise, you mean everything to me.”, he bluntly said, not giving you a second to breathe.
“And what are you gonna do the next time she’s gonna walk into us ? Hide me shamefully ? I-”
But he cut you off again, one hand stroking your cheek. He lifted your chin, in order to make you look at him.
“I’ll simply say that I’m taken by the prettiest and smartest person around. How does that sound ?”
He leaned, and this time, he wasn’t going to back off, with or without somebody walking in.
“Maybe I can show you who I’m talking of, baby,”
He smirked, your worries vanishing instantly in his yellow orbs. A kiss sounded good after all.
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Tw: mentions of domestic abuse, bad use of english.
You blinked when you saw another message from Devi. You smiled and didn't hesitate to answer her, she replied instantly and you continued with the topic of this year's goals because Devi didn't want to say a word, the most you managed to get was that it's a surprise. You mumbled defeated and looked at your beloved pet who returned your discouragement. "I'm coming, Dido." You sneaked up and walked over to your turtle's little makeshift pond. You'd had her since you were nine years old when you and your younger sisters asked for a puppy, but after your father's scream, the most you could get was Dido. You adored Dido and you were sure she adored you. Or at least she had to because you was the only one who cared for her. "Good morning, sweetheart."
You almost jumped with surprise when you heard your father. It was very rare to saw him in the early morning, you usually only met him for about five minutes at breakfast before you left for school. "Good morning, dad. " You headed to the small yard where you threw the garbage. Your father smiled at you like he did when he wasn't angry and went to the refrigerator, he was wearing sweatpants and his classic white bividi. "Would you like a salad?" he pointed to the apples they had gotten from a contest at the grocery market. "Sure, let me get dressed." Apparently you wouldn't eat at school today. Much better, breakfast food wasn't very delicious and ended up leaving you hungrier. You pulled out your backpack and put away your cell phone. For a moment, you thought about Ben. Your nemesis. You'd see him in most of the classes today, but that's the good thing, they would be exciting classes, and besides, you'd prepared in advance for the courses. "So early? "your father asked with a distracted air, as if you didn't usually leave at this hour. You were about to answer, but your sister Liana appeared, a curious thing because she was the sleepiest. "Will you two please stop making noise?" she growled. "You won't let me sleep."
"Okay, my life." She left just as she came. Your progenitor passed the plate and silverware, apparently, he had taken the matter of keeping quiet lightly. "How's school going?" "Pretty good, although today is the first day. " You pinned your gaze on his hair, he was balding and gray hair was starting to appear. You moved your legs anxiously, he'll soon be too old…. You shook your head at your dark thoughts. "Much better, let's not lose focus on the studio." You agreed. "Do you know what we're going to have for dinner?" "No idea, that's your mother's business." You mentally cursed, they were still fighting. "Well, whatever," you said hurriedly, "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. "Don't you want me to come with you?" "Uh…, no, thanks. I'm a big girl now." "It's dangerous to go out at this hour, we don't live in the safest place in the world…" "I wouldn't worry about that "you insisted. "I've been out several times and, besides, I know self-defense." You walke quickly to the door, preventing from saying anything else to antagonize you. "Goodbye!"
You were thankful it was still dawn and jogged out of the building. You could hear barking from the street and some sounds of cars, the usual. You relaxed for a moment. You hated being late, the thought alone made you nauseous. Often as a child you would start crying when you were late somewhere and your face would turn so red they would call you tomato. You raised your arm towards a bus and decided to distract yourself for a moment by the window, you didn't want to invade your first morning with unpleasant memories. The sky was blue when you ran into Eleanor. "Hi!" you kissed her cheek. You expected some new theatrical greeting and so it was because she brought her hand up to her chest. "How's that?" "It's hello! in Malaysia, I'm practicing for a role at the club." "You don't even need to practice, you're the president." "Aww, stop it." "It's just the truth, you're the best. What's with the earring?" "You like it? I picked it out at a Cherokee store." "In a Cherokee store? "you asked with interest. You were of native Latino ancestry and were glad to know that you always hear from other Native Americans. "Yes it is! It's near my house, if you come by on Friday I can show it to you. I brought you some sweet min paos, my stepmother loved how you complimented her baked goods." "She's an excellent cook…and wow, thank you" happily, you stowed the small cardboard container in your backpack. "Wait a minute, isn't that Fabiola?" "Let's both say hello to her at the same time! " Both of you headed for the entrance to the technology room. However, you collided with the undesirable. "What's with that zombie face, (Y/n)?" he smirked presumptuously, he was right, you rarely slept well." Nervous because you'll come in second place?" "Oh, please "you teased. "I could take you down single-handedly." "Oh, really? Just like I did with you in Karate class?"
"Just so you know, I got brown belt. I'm going to take your place this year." "Yeah, right," he replied as if what you said was a silly joke. "Remember I beat you by two extracurriculars." "Don't claim victory! " you exclaimed. "I negotiated with Devi and now I'll be in the same number of classes as you. Who knows, maybe I'll overshadow you in some. "You wouldn't dare!" he looked at you with indignation. "Well yes I do" you pointed at his chest. "(Y/N)" Eleanor called out to you. "This isn't over!" "No doubt about it! " you gave him a mean look and went to Eleanor. You ran to catch up with Fabiola, who was unusually distracted, her afro hair was quite shiny, apparently she had slathered on some lotion. Dramatically, Eleanor put her hand to her chest and you mimicked her, though not with as much expression. "Did I miss something?" "It's a greeting in Malaysia "you casually commented. "I greet them too " she imitated you. "Have you seen Devi?" "Not a sign of her." For some reason, you had a feeling she would sweep them off their feet to some madness. That was what you liked about her, she could do things you wouldn't dare me to do. "Girls!"you heard Devi's excited voice. "Devi!" "Everything okay?" you raised an eyebrow. In the distance, you could see the silhouette of annoying Ben. "Yes! I have a plan that will change our lives." Her bright gaze told you that you would unite in madness, as you were used to since elementary school.
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